The first experience that I remember I was six. Now I tell this story from memory because I will never forget the look on his face when he saw me.
It was a school night and I had been sent to bed at eight as usual and quickly fell asleep. In the middle of the night about midnight because the whole house was asleep I woke up feeling like I had to pee and went into the bathroom but nothing happened. After a few minutes I gave up and went back to bed and fell back to sleep. Now this happened six to eight times that night and the last time I went I actually pee'd. (sorry but this is how it happened)
When I walked back into my room there was an old man sitting on my bed. 50's short light colored hair, stocky (Couldn't tell his height he was sitting and I was 6) But he seemed about 5'7". He smiled at me, he seemed so happy to see me.
The look on his face is burned into my memory because his was one of the few who ever seemed happy to see me. I'm kind of a black sheep of the family. He told me that he loved me and that he would always watch over me. Then in the blink of an eye he was gone. I was never afraid and I climbed back into bed and fell asleep until morning.
That morning at breakfast my mother told us that our grandfather (dad's dad) had passed the night before of a massive heart attack. Even though I had never met him our Dad wanted all of us to go with him to the funeral. My father's dad had always been good to our mother and she felt that we should go.
Two days later I saw the old man from my room again but this time he was laid out in his coffin. I told my Dad and he said that I was lying and to be quiet.
I know that no matter what I do have someone out there watching over me.