One things for sure, I am a huge believer of ghosts and the unexplainable paranormal. I have my share of experiences in my home and it's safe to say that there are ghosts in my home. However, on April 6, 2006 I experienced something so incredible. My grandpa had a stroke and he was in the hospital for about a week. The doctors said that there was no way for him to live and that he was going to die. Seeing my grandpa in that state was so strange to me because he was the kind of person that could find his way out of any situation. And this just didn't make any sense.
My grandmother and my two aunts and decided the final decision. So, on April 6 my family had gone to the hospital and they stayed with my grandpa until his final moments. I didn't want to go because I thought they were being stupid and were giving up on him.
It was only a week that he had been in a coma. So, I was home and so were my two younger brothers. They were upstairs and I was downstairs watching TV. At exactly 10:17 pm I got goose bumps head to toe. I felt this weird feeling throughout my body and there he was. I saw my grandpa right in front of me only for a few seconds and then he was gone. Later, the next day I asked my aunt when they shut him off and she said at exactly 10:17. I was stunned.
A few days after that I saw my grandpa standing right in front of the bathroom door while my mom and I were doing the dishes. My mom said she saw him, too. And what's strange is that I saw him dressed in the same clothes that he was buried in. Then I saw him walk toward my dad and he disappeared.
My father isn't a firm believer of the supernatural. But I was talking to my mom and she said that she would walk in on him and she would hear him talking to himself. And when she would ask him why he was talking to himself he would say that he was talking to his father [my grandpa].
During the 40 days after his death, I saw him in my dream. His mother had passed away two weeks before he did. My grandpa made the best Armenian barbeque in the whole city. And that's a fact, no one can argue with. So, in my dream he was wearing his usual white shirt and sweats with his black slippers next to the grill with a glass of vodka in his hand. His mother was sitting on the other side of the grill also holding a glass of vodka. My grandpa was smiling at me and was calling me to come towards him and that he had something to tell me. But I was too afraid to go in my dream. I kept asking him why he was calling me and then I woke up at that moment. I saw that dream twice.
I'm not sure. I just really miss my grandpa.