I'm just learning that my mom has a brother who died and is now the spirit of our school that my dad is a teacher at. His name is Charlie Grimille, which my middle name is his last name. He usual stays up in the attic at our house and I go there for solace and sometimes to just cry. He had (using had cause he died on my birthday) dark blonde hair and blue eyes like my mom, since their related. Charlie's her little brother, she hid him from me and the girls because she assumed we'd be afraid of him. We weren't. I'm thinking of going up there today, for solace and other reasons.