It was late at night February 4th, 2001. My grandpa had been very sick lately, so we put him in the hospital. That night, I could not fall asleep, for I was worried for my poor grandpa. But then, I heard a loud banging coming from under my bed. Like any kid, I just laid in bed with the blankets over my head. I finally fell asleep and had a dream I was drowning. The only thing I saw while I was drowning was a figure coming from the sky. It got closer and closer and it looked more and more like my grandpa! He picked me up and let me out of the water and told me to be strong, but I didn't know what he was talking about. He said I have to help take care of my mom and other family members.
I woke up in fright, not knowing what was going on. I looked on the other side of the bed and there was my grandpa smiling at me and stroking my hair. Kissing me good night, he softly said he loves me and that I have to stay away from a guy name Max Gibbison. He than faded away. Early that morning, I heard mom crying, saying grandpa died that night at 11:48pm!
I will never forget my grandpa.