When I was a kid, during the school summer holidays when my parents were working, myself and my 2 brothers would stay with my grandparents. We loved it there, my grandparents had a wonderful house with a beautiful garden, they were very loving and every day was filled with new exciting adventures. We were a very close family.
When I was around 10 or 11 years old my granddad had a heart attack. When he was in hospital my parents felt I was too young to visit him, then he died a few days later. Again, my parents felt I was too young to go to the funeral. This was heart breaking to me, I never got the chance to say goodbye, I loved my granddad with my whole heart.
My relationship with my Granny stayed the same, very close. At the age of 18 I left Scotland to go traveling and finally settled in Florida, where I am still living today at the age of 28. I am still close to my family, but obviously not as much so.
Last year I returned to Scotland as my granny found out she had cancer and only had a few months left. It was a very emotional and sad visit but every moment was special and precious. After the funeral I returned to Florida.
Once I returned I started having dreams, very vivid, almost real.
The first one, I was sitting in my granny's living room with her and she told me that she was upset about the damp patch above the window.
I called my mum in scotland and told her about the dream. (During this time my granny's house was being emptied as it was being sold.) My mum went to the house, removed the curtains and to her surprise found a damp patch which had not been seen before!
The next dream, my granny came to me and told me that she had forgot to leave something special for my dad (her son) she had left special items for her other children but had forgotten him. She told me to tell him to go into a specific drawer, and a special book would be in there for him to keep. I again called home, told my mum who told my dad, they both went to my granny's house, looked in the drawer and found a very special book. Later on, when the will was read, every child of my granny's was left something special except my dad!
The next few dreams my granny told me about specific items in the house which had been overlooked or lost that she wanted retrieved, she would tell me exactly where they were. I would call my parents and low and behold they would be there! The dreams went on for a few weeks, it was as if my gran was using me to help her finish of her business.
The last dream was amazing. I was standing outside my granny's house and my granddad walked out the front door. He walked to me and told me that he loved me, he missed me and was looking over me. I told him that I missed him and that I was so sorry I never said goodbye. He gave me a big hug and I could feel on my cheek the bristles of his sweater on my cheek, I said again that I loved him and he told me that he loved me to. Then I woke up. Tears were streaming down my face - it was so emotional, vivid and real I could still feel where the sweater bristles had rubbed my cheek!
Since then I have had no dreams about my granny or granddad! But I am glad that I was of help to them after their passing.