My beloved father died in 1987 of cancer. On 5 Oct 1989 Daddy's mother (the best Grandmother ever) died in her home. I was stationed in Homestead, Florida working as a Government employee/Air Force Reservist and got the phone call of her death from my Mom. That Christmas I flew home to California to spend time with the family.
My Grandmother's apartment had been built above the garage at my Aunt and Uncle's home in San Bernardino, California. When we got to my Aunt and Uncle's and after saying hi to family members I made a beeline for Grandma's apartment.
As I climbed the stairs and opened the sliding glass door I remembered that she had died just inside the glass door. She had gotten up to let her dogs out in the morning and my Aunt who would always came up in the morning found her. As I looked around her apartment I noticed that some of my cousins had removed certain pieces of furniture. She was quite musical and had a beautiful Organ that we all learned to play and it was gone. But her dining room table was still there and so were her playing cards. She could sit for hours and play solitaire but if she was not winning she would shuffle the cards and would always win (LOL).
I was in tears as I sat down and picked up the cards and started to play solitaire. As I sat there in such sadness I felt a hand on my shoulder. I reached back and patted the hand and smiled. With that touch I immediately felt better, peaceful. I don't know if it was Grandma or Daddy that was reassuring me that everything was okay but that is what the touch felt like. I was still very sad but knew that they were still with me.
Later on that day I went to the grave site and sat and told her thanks for reassuring me and tell Daddy hi.