The first time I remember seeing a ghost I was 17. My grandfather had suddenly passed from a brain aneurism, he was only 57. I was devastated because he was the only family member that I felt really cared about me. I was living with a friend's family at the time when I got the news and they taught me about Christianity.
My friend had gone to the funeral with me and I remember crying constantly and feeling faint through the whole ordeal. After, my friend drove us home and we were almost in an accident on the highway on the way to the cemetery but she controlled the car and were safe.
About a week later I was still in an inconsolable state but going day to day. My friend and her twin sisters decided to go to the mall, which was a good 45 minute drive so I went along. On the way back the highway was pretty empty, barely any cars near or passing us. Suddenly an old faded blue Nova was right next to us. I didn't think much of it until it started driving even with us, then would slow when we slowed, sped up when we did. I looked over and saw the person driving was my grandfather! He was bald with a very crooked nose because it had been broken and never set. I freaked out and started to breathe funny, I said to my friend, "Oh my God, look over at this car!" She did and started to cry because she could not believe it but she kept driving steady. The twins were not sure what was happening but knew it was weird and you could feel a lot of fear in the car. Suddenly the car slowed and got to where I could see it in the side mirror. I forced myself to look and it was indeed my Gramps. I started to cry and could not understand what was happening.
After a few minutes we came upon the exit to Hwy 70 to the right of us, the blue Nova sped up a little in front and I could see the bumper right before it turned off onto the highway. There was a bumper sticker on the back it said "A little Heaven on Earth."
My friends and I went to the park and went over what had just happened. I had been so distraught over his death because I had never told him how much he meant to me and I could not remember when or if I had told him if I loved him. I decided this was him telling me that he was okay and that he knew. That was the day I knew that God was real and that spirits are real.