This is my first post so here I go:
Well my grandmother and I were pretty close. I loved hearing her stories and spending the night at her house. I didn't have many things in my life that I could count on, but she was always there.
My grandmother got lung cancer around the age of 82 and we all thought it was over. It hurt a lot for her to go through chemo but she fought it. Almost a year after being diagnosed she was in remission. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, she had made it through. About four months later my grandma would be gone. Right before it happened though I had a dream. It was of the whole family standing around a gravesite with the rain pouring down. As the rain stopped a huge wind started to blow and I smiled. I looked at one of my cousins and said, "Grandma's here." My grandma had a way of "calling" the wind which came in handy on those hot summer days.
I didn't think anything of it until the day of my grandma's burial. The wind picked up and I just had to smile, it was warm and caring in a weird sort of way. She was there for us that day. I realize now that she may have been preparing me for what was to come. I didn't cry as much as I thought I would because I knew she could come to me whenever I wanted her to.
Well I know that isn't much of a ghost story per se, but thought you would all enjoy it.