When I was around the age of 12 my grandfather passed away. It was a very sad and unfortunate time in my life. To give a little bit of background, I have always believed in spirits/paranormal - something has always called to me about death/spirits. To start, I have NEVER experience anything like this before. This was totally new for me (however, 10 years later - I encountered another ghostly tale but it wasn't as joyful).
In the middle of the night about 2 weeks after he had passed I remember waking up around 2:30 am and turning onto the other side of the bed and looked towards the bathroom (when I laid in bed I could see half of the bathroom and the shower). When I did that, there was a ghostly figure of my grandfather. I could see him stand there in the clothes I saw him last in (glasses, a navy blue t shirt, his grey shorts and socks). He had this light white hue around him. I remember laying there and completely staring (I was in shock).
After a few seconds (which felt like mins) I had an urge to try and get up and go towards him, but as soon as I tried to get up, I blinked and he was gone. To this day no one believes me about what I saw. I remember frantically telling my mom about what I saw - but she tried to tell me that I was just dreaming. But I know I wasn't dreaming and I know what I saw. And that was the last time I ever saw him.
I'm assuming it's him letting me know that he is still around and saying his final goodbye. I still remember that night as if it just happened - that is truly something that I will NEVER forget.