Hey guys, first I would like to thank everyone for the support and kindness you have shown from my other story. Now I know I'm NOT MAD!
Well this story is about some things that have happened to me a few days after my grandma died which is a very sensitive subject for me.
When I found out, I was at home and it was a sudden death so I had no idea... My uncle came round to tell me and then we went to my grandma's house. She had died in her bedroom and they had difficulty getting her out so she was still in her bed. She died at 7.30 (you will see why I mentioned this later on in the story.)
When I got there I wouldn't go upstairs without my mum or aunty but after a while I plucked up the courage to go and pay my respects and say good bye... I'm not going in to details but I did and I felt as if she was happy that I did go and pay a visit.
That night we all stayed at grandad's house by this time the coroner had taken my grandma to a better place and we were all comforting each other. I ended up moving in with my grandad for a couple of months just to help with the washing and cleaning and just generally being there for him if he needed me.
The next day I didn't go to school I couldn't face it to be honest and I stayed with my grandad... We were doing the usual all day stuff and various people visited throughout the day.
At about 6pm I made us some food and we sat down and watched TV. My grandma always used to watch eastenders and we felt we had to carry on with the tradition even though she wasn't there to watch it. I lit some candles around the fire place earlier that evening and drew the curtains... Then when the theme tune for eastenders came on then at exactly 7.30 all the candles went out... (I'd like to add that they were all new candles and there were certainly no drafts)
I heard a familiar voice say "don't worry I will watch over you" me and my grandad were the only ones in that night and I recognised the voice as my grandmas and all of a sudden I smelt her perfume just for about 10 seconds then it was gone. (She only wore this when we went out to a restaurant or a family do, but loved the smell of it)
We both had a dream about her visiting us that night she seemed to not know how she got there but we ended up having quite a good chat about things. I don't know if this is just my imagination but it seems a bit of a coincidence when my grandad had a similar dream.
I will have to finish this off some other time... I'm getting quite emotional and it's not good when I'm supposed to be working!
Sorry if this is too long! Thanks for reading