I was close to my grandpa, every where he went, I went. The one person he could never stand was my dad. My grandpa got Malaryia from being over seas in the war, and also lung cancer from working in the mine. Over the years, it finally progressed where he had to be put into the hospital.
The last day my mom and dad were there at the hospital, my grandpa told my mom that he knew his time was close, and asked my mom to read him his favorite verse out of the Bible. After my mom read it to him, she laid the Bible on the night stand, and was fixing to walk out the door.
As she was walking out the door, my grandpa asked them if they would bring me up there to see him. My mom said my dad had told him no. When they picked me up from my aunt and uncle's, we went home. Five minutes after we got home, we got the call that my grandpa had passed.
As the years went by, my mom told me about my dad telling him no, that he wasn't going to bring me up there. So, as time went on, I was always mad at my dad for not letting me tell my grandpa bye and I that loved him, until one night.
My dad came home from the bar drunk, and started yelling at me and my mom, and woke us up. I had asked my mom to lay down with me. While I was laying there talking to her, I happened to look at the end of my bed and there I saw my grandpa. He had a beautiful golden yellow light around him, and I heard his voice tell me not to worry, everything was going to be fine, and that nothing was going to happen me and my mom. I told him okay grandpa, bye and I love you. It was like he slowly evaporated into thin air.
Ever since, I have finally felt like I got my chance to say goodbye and let him know I loved him. Well, to make a long story short, a few weeks later, my mom and dad filed for a divorce.
To this day, I feel like my grandpa was watching over me and my mom.