I understand that you cannot post dreams, but this is actually one of my ghostly encounters.
My grandfather died this past February. We were pretty close. He lived in a house right above mine and I was so used to his house being up there. My family and I, my mom, my dad, and my little sister, lived behind him for 15 years. We first lived in another house, but grandpa gave my dad the land below the house, so we moved down here.
I used to go up to my grandfather's house and sit up there with him and listen to him preach about the bible and sing. He loved to sing. I loved to hear him sing.
Ever since his death, I became more of an angry person. I have pushed people away and didn't want to be around anyone. I sat at my house and slept. I got so used to sleeping all the time, that's the only thing that I do when I get home from school. I sleep all day, and wake up just in time to eat, take a shower, and then fall back asleep again. I stopped paying attention in school. I got more and more depressed. I've been living with Major Depression and Anxiety for most of my life. It got worse after my grandpa's death.
I was in the room with him when he passed away. My little sister was at home, so she wasn't there to say goodbye to him. For two months all I could do was cry. My grandpa visited my sister's dream to give her some closure and let her know that he's doing okay. Somehow, this made me even angrier. I was being selfish and was wondering why he didn't visit me. After all, I was the one that was with him when he took his last breath.
I was also mad that they moved his house the day after he died. I went to school and came home, and his house wasn't there. I sat up there in the hole, and cried. My new boyfriend was supposed to be coming over to help me cope. This made me feel a little better.
One night, on a Sunday night I'm sure, I fell asleep earlier than usual. Somehow, the setting ended up being in my grandpa's house. My older sister was sitting at the kitchen table. We were talking and just joking around, and telling stories we remember a while back about grandpa. We heard singing, remember that my grandpa loved to sing. I and my sister went into the bathroom and I was scared to come out because I was scared to see a ghost.
I finally walked out and walked past the kitchen table. Something said to me, "Hello, Sarah." I turned around and it was my grandpa. I started crying and hugged him really hard. I kissed his forehead like I used to when I sat up there with him, and said to him "I miss you so much, I love you grandpa." He said, "I love you, too, Sarah. I'm doing alright, don't worry about me. I know you've become angrier and wondered why I had to go like I did, but listen, everything will be okay. You'll see me again someday." That literally made my heart smile.
I would finish the rest of the dream, but that's all that I remember, and I'm sure that's all I want to remember. I felt a little closure like my little sister did. I'm still a little angry and I'm still wondering why he had to go, but I'm starting to cope better with his death. Even though it's hard, I've had help with my friends and family, and of course, my boyfriend, which I really appreciate him being there for me through it all.
I still miss my grandpa terribly, and wish to this day that he was still here. I wouldn't wish him to come back, he's happier now and I should be happy that he is happy.
I love you grandpa, and I miss you.