I have been lucky in my life to have met a number of my great grandparents. This story is from 2011, when my great nana passed away.
When Nana passed her funeral was held at a funeral home not far from where I lived in the city. My mum, dad and sister drove up for the funeral from the small town we are all from originally, and picked me up in their way. I've always had encounters with the paranormal, and I find funeral homes particularly "busy" places, where spirits may see that we are more open in our grief or our closeness to the other side having just lost a loved one.
The funeral service was held in the main room of the home, with the coffin at the front of the room in a little area like a chapel, beautifully laid out with flowers. I went and laid flowers on the coffin with my sister before the service started. The service was held, and then we moved next door to an adjoining room for a tea and biscuits. There were around 30 people at the service in total, and the vast majority were my family members, and some extended family that I had met when I was young, but not for a long time. Despite the sadness of the day, it was nice to meet with some very distant cousins who were the same age as me.
During the tea and biscuits I needed the bathroom. The toilets were located at the front of the building, which involved walking back through the room the service was held in to get to them. I was fine on the way as I followed another lady, but once I'd used the toilet and stepped out again, I realised that I was entirely alone in the large room with the coffin. I looked over at it, and was surprised to see that there was a man there, looking over the coffin with his head bowed, paying his respects. Something just wasn't quite right. The man had an other world type of haze around him, and his suit just wasn't quite the right colour, like he was faded. He was a very tall man, and no one at the service had that description.
I stared for a moment, but then felt like I was intruding, and hurried back to find my immediate family in the tea and biscuits room. My great nana had been married three times in her life, and whilst my great grandfather had died quite young, her second husband had always been described to me as a big, tall man (he too had died before I was born). I wasn't scared, and nana's last visitor didn't acknowledge me at all, but I feel like there must have been a reason I was able to see him that day.