This story is a description of what I experienced in 2000. I was 15 back then (I'm 25 at the moment). I was spending the Easter holidays with my family in my hometown in Poland. During that time my grandfather was in hospital, recovering after a surgery. We were told that it went ok and that he'd soon be released from the hospital. The whole family felt relieved when we heard the news. Even though we knew he would not be back for Easter celebrations, we were happy that he was ok. I'm writing about this to emphasize that I wasn't worried or stressed about his well-being.
During the most important night of Easter (when, as Christians believe, Christ rose from the dead), I dreamt about my grandfather. I was at the hospital, standing by his bed (I never got to visit him, because he was in a hospital in another city, quite far away). He sat up in his bed, smiled and said something. I heard nothing but silence, however I suddenly felt very calm and happy, as if he shared some good news with me. Then I woke up. The house was silent. When my mom heard I was up she tiptoed to my room and sat next to me. She did not look sad (yet). She said she just got off the phone, and before she could tell me who she talked to and what the conversation concerned - I suddenly said "I know, grandpa died this night". She stared at me for some time in silence then hugged me and we both started crying.
The thing that's strange the most is the fact that neither did I dream about his death, nor think that way about the dream after I woke up. I realized what I had said the second I finished the sentence.
I think grandpa came to me in my sleep to say goodbye and to make it easier for me to go on after his death.
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- erin19 ❤