September 7, 2004 I was thirty. I had just gone sleep that night so I Don't know if its dream that he visited me that night; just to talk and such. He is my mother's father who was a very strict and good man, also a very strong Christian and a very good husband to my mamaw and his children and grandchildren.
The next morning my mom woke me up with bad news and said something happened to papaw and started to cry. I didn't cry because I don't want to believe it; I get the feeling that he died in my dreams.
That September morning we had to get moving to go over to my mom's home town to go to my papaw's funeral. Yes I did start to cry to see him look like he was asleep in that coffin, that day very peacefully. What happened is that he died in his sleep on that morning my mamaw tried to wake him up, but couldn't. I guess it was his time for him to go home to go to be with his family before us.
September 2009, we moved to the new house after 2005. I was going to take my nap and I sensed a strong odor like tobacco; and I was like hmm... I know that smell. I guess that my papaw visited me in new house, just like my daddy did the one with the smoking. My family doesn't use tobacco. Only him and his older son my uncle but he doesn't live with us he lives with his mom, my mamaw.