In 1993 my grandfather Edmund died, in 1995 I was born. So one day when I was about four years old I was sitting in my living room alone. In my living room there is a red chair that my grandfather used to sit in but at the time I had no clue about him.
So my mother walks in the room and was making her way to sit in the red chair. I quickly yelled at her saying grandpa sitting there you can't sit there. My mother was so freaked out she asked me what his name was and how I knew about him. And I told her because he's right there in the chair and that we talk all the time. My mother so was freaked out she went upstairs got a picture of him and said do you know this man and I answered "yes that's grandpa." Also one day at church I was looking at the ceiling telling my mother that grandpa was up there floating around. Of course she was so embarrassed and freaked out she told me to stop it.
Now I don't exactly remember all this but I do dream about him sitting in that red chair wearing all white especially when I had a bad day. But I do remember a man tucking me into bed and telling me all about baseball. I haven't seen a picture of him since that day my mom showed it to me when I was little. I saw a picture of him two years ago and I immediately knew it was him. My mom even tells me that me and him have a lot of similarities especially since I turned out to be a major tom boy who loves baseball.
Mostly I just wanted to know why I could see him while nobody else could and why can't I see him anymore?