I'll start by telling you about my granddad, he died in 1985 I think and he had a rocking chair which my gran kept until recently, a few months ago she gave it to my dad and my step brother put it in his room. I go see my dad every week or so depending what I'm doing. He had said a month or so ago he woke up in the middle of the night and he saw someone sitting in the rocking chair, a dark figure that turned around and looked at him. Then he said he fell asleep and was woken again later by someone trying to pull his covers off, so he pulled them up and fell back asleep. Then just the other week he said that he woke up because he felt someone's hand on him above the covers on his shoulder and waving around above his face, he was kind of half asleep, he thinks, and he was trying to swat it away, then he fell asleep.
Well that's what happened to my dad and what he told me. Now I'll tell you what happened to me. It was a week or so ago and I was sleeping in the bed my dad had when he saw what he saw, not while he was sleeping in it. I got in bed and was on my phone texting people and then I put it down and closed my eyes for a bit and couldn't sleep, so I turned around. My back was facing the wall, I looked towards the rocking chair and there was a dark figure sat there, not looking at me, I think, looking forwards. I ducked under the covers a bit and rubbed my eyes, I looked back up and it was gone.
That's my story, it may not be as interesting or as exciting as some of the other ones, just wondering what you guys think.
Talk to him, even if you do not see him. Let him know you all still love him and it is okay to cross over to peace. You all will join him when your time comes, you will not foget him and will be comforted by his memories.