My family and I were very close with my grandpa. Like them, I was really close with him, as well. I spent 21 years of going to his house every Saturday and Sunday and spending all birthdays and holidays with him, as well.
He became quite ill when I was 21 (now 28) and actively was dying over a 2 week period. My family and I would visit him every day in the hospital because we knew these were his last days. My grandpa came from a family of 9 kids and his older sister and him were the only two living out of his siblings at the time.
My grandpa was very lethargic and sleepy his last 2 weeks and would go in and out of delirium. For instance, he'd think he was in his kitchen at home or think he was drinking a soda, etc. However, something I found interesting was that he would always say there were these people standing around his bed. When my family and I would ask him who they were, he would tell us they were his deceased siblings, as if they were waiting for him to pass. He mentioned this every night up until the day he passed.
When he passed, I had a really hard time coping. My whole life changed. However, I would dream about him almost every week after he passed. The dreams were never the same, but the majority of them took place in his house. Usually the dreams consisted of my whole family being in his house for a gathering like we always did. I would go in his living room and he would be standing there, smiling. He would never talk, but always had this glow around him and he always looked healthy and happy.
Some people have told me that this is normal when a family is grieving. That these dreams occur because we miss somebody. However, my whole family was grieving and I was the only one having these dreams. My family truly believes he was visiting me and it was a message to tell me he was doing okay. I found those dreams very comforting.
As I began to cope more with the fact he was gone, the dreams became less and less. Every once in a while I will have one if I find that I'm having a rough day of missing him terribly. I truly believe this was his way of communicating to me. And it's weird, but some times I can feel his presence.
Does anyone have similar experiences they could share? Or believe this could have been him visiting, as well?