When I was about three or four years old, my grandfather died in our house. He had a heart attack in his sleep and nobody found out until the next morning. He actually was my grandmother's second husband, and this is to be taken in consideration because not being my mom's father, they did not look alike. Later in my story this will play a role.
When my brother started 1st grade (he's in eight grade now) my mom became friends with a lady who supposedly could "see spirits". I must confess that I was a little skeptical about it until something amazing happened.
Our family was going through a hard time due to some problems about a couple of years ago, and my mom's friend assured everything would be okay because my grandfather was taking care of us. My mom was a little surprised by this statement, she did not recall telling her about my grandpa's death, but almost cried when her friend told her he was sitting right next to her and that his hand was resting on my mom's shoulder. My mom asked if it was a joke, but her friend denied it and what she said next shocked us.
She described my grandfather's looks, nothing to do with my mom's because he was a latin-looking man, kind of short, and my mom is white and tall. It's not impossible, but most likely a woman with my mom's looks would have a look-alike dad. Oh, and there is no way Mary (that's not my mom's friend real name, I'll call her Mary) could've met my grandpa because he died before she came to this city. I thought maybe she had seen a picture, but we keep those well hidden so nobody takes them and messes with them. That wasn't everything she said, though. Mary also said my grandpa was wearing a hat he loved but never put on (or at least when he was alive) because my grandmother hated it, she described it perfectly. OK, now we believed... BUT it didn't stop there.
Mary said that sometimes, when she visited our house, she saw my grandpa sitting on a green couch on the corner of the living room. And yes, that was his favorite couch and that was the spot he always used to sit on. Mary said he wasn't alone. When she saw my grandpa, 2 twin brothers were with him, my mom then told us (I didn't know about that either) that they were my grandpa's brothers and they had disappeared a long time ago.
Though he never has let us know about his presence, we all know he is right here with us. And thanks to Mary, we also know he is OK with the people he loves.