Okay so this happened like about 5 years ago. 

My grandfather was who I considered to be my dad, because my own father was going through so much that he wasn’t being the best dad he could be. My grandfather was always there for me and was my best friend.. He passed away. I remember coming home the day he died and learning that he had a massive heart attack while he was out fishing.. I was devastated. The night after the first part of his funeral I had basically cried myself to sleep, curled in a tight ball cradling my dog.. 

That’s when I started dreaming, I had walked into an empty Funeral home. It was dark, I could almost smell flowers.. and everything was extremely clear.. very real. You see, my Grandfathers casket was closed, thank god.. He didn’t want his family seeing him as a corpse.. I turned into the room where he was laid out. Coffin still closed tight.. I started towards it. I wasn’t afraid, even if the atmosphere was dark.. I eventually made it to where he was..and it opened. My grandfather sat up, pulled me into a hug and told me everything was okay now. I woke up with tears in my eyes.. 

These encounters didn’t stop there. There was a moment when I went to visit his grave.. it was a summer day, but a chilling wind struck me while I stood there by myself. I had been talking to him, just about everything and how much I missed him.. when a cold hand grasped my shoulder. Then I had more dreams, mostly us talking.. and then it became scary. Not in a bad way, just I wasn’t expecting it. I caught whiff of his smell one time, he had this scent to him that lingered in his room and his car, a cinnamon smell because he always got coffee before he went out on a fishing trip.. I was home alone in my old house, making myself something to eat when the smell hit me. It was around 9:30, and I swear I saw a figure. Short, hunched.. standing out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t dare move, of course I was alarmed.. but I wasn’t afraid. I kinda smiled to myself, and said, “Hi, Grandpa. 

 

 

 

I believe in this stuff, my grandfather himself was crazy with paranormal stuff. He saw stuff I couldn’t, the same goes with my dad. He saw stuff in our old apartment that I can’t explain.. But that’s another story.