In September 2008, my grandfather passed on from congestive heart failure. My family moved away from them before I was born, so to come to his funeral we had to drive over 100 miles. When we got to my grandma's house, I was sitting in the living room watching football with my uncle, and every now and then I would see my grandpa sitting in his favourite recliner out of the corner of my eye. However, every time I would face it, I couldn't see him any longer.
A few months later, I had a dream, and it was so realistic, it was that my grandpa's ghost had come to visit me and tell me not to be sad of his death anymore and that he loved me.
Last March, I was at a friend's house, with two of my friends, my boyfriend, and three of his friends. It was about 2 a.m. And we were all sitting on the couch when I looked out the window, and the window is a whole bunch of pieces of glass so it's hard to see clearly through it. I kept looking through it, and I could see a man's face, but not just anyone's... My grandfathers! I asked everyone if they could see the man in the window, and they said no, and that I was just tired, but I know I saw him.
I was just wondering what you all thought. Am I really seeing my grandfather, or it is my imagination running wild?