It was a few months ago now. I awoke at the presence of a man standing at the end of my bed, I felt an initial shudder of fear as I lay there. He said nothing, I didn’t recognise his face but I realised it was my grandfather. He stood there briefly looking at me and then left. Next I am outside, it is summer, somewhere near the coast. The landscape is typical New Zealand, but not present day, like an old film. A car drives, I am looking in from outside, they are going to the beach. My granddad is sitting in the back with two others, he is young, they are happy, talking away, but i hear nothing. He looks at me and smiles, he is happy. My granddad died two years ago this month. I was on the other side of the world at time. I had lost other family members before, but that was the first time I ever really cried.
I miss him as well. He was my favorite grandparent
I went shopping for furniture this weekend just gone, with the inheritance money from grandads estate – got a whole house of really cool stuff, and the guy serving me gave me the most wicked discount (about $4-500 off!). When I told mum, she informed that coincidentally, (and somewhat eerily), that was the exact anniversary of his death.
Maybe he was watching over the deal? I’d like to think so anyway….
btw Did I ever tell you about what happened to me the night Aunty Freida died?