I'm 16 years old. First experience was when my grandpa died in 2006. I was about 9 when I had to go to his funeral.
All my life I was afraid of my grandpa because of his deep voice. He would come over and I would hide. I was his first girl grandchild blood related from my dad. I felt really bad about this when he died.
My dad wouldn't let me see my grandpa's body. I sat alone in a room in the funeral home when I saw a light floating in the room. I was a little freaked out. Then it started to spread out into my grandpa's figure. I wasn't scared though. I apologized to him for always being scared of him and that I wish I could've said goodbye and I loved him. He just smiled at me, waved and vanished. My mom asked me who I was talking to, I said grandpa. She said that grandpa had gone to heaven. I told my mom that he did, but he was in this room to say goodbye to me. She went and got my dad. I told them what had happened, and my dad actually believed me. He told me my grandpa's father did the same when he died. I was happy that my grandpa said goodbye to me.
Later that day my grandpa was getting cremated which made me cringe, but my brother, sister and I were playing at the park a couple blocks away from the funeral home. We saw smoke rise in the sky, and I swore I saw my grandpa again in the smoke. I started crying and my dad held me, telling me that grandpa is just saying goodbye and that he loves me. I waved to him and said I love you Grandpa.
Later in the year his ashes were buried and My family went to visit his grave. My dad and I sat talking to him. I told my grandpa that I missed him and I love him more than anything. I put a picture of us on the grave from when I was just born, and a picture of him and my dad at a White Sox game since they were both huge White Sox fans. I told my grandpa if he was here to somehow show he was. All of a sudden a bird flew right next to his grave and looked at my dad and I, right in the eye. I don't know if this was just a bird or him.