A little more than one year ago, my paternal granddad passed away after being sick for some time. He had several strokes and ended his days at a retirement home at the beginning of 2010. He was a talented musician, and wrote arrangements for orchestras and such.
It was the day of his funeral that I believe he said goodbye to me. After the funeral itself, we walked to the church's meetinghouse for coffee and cake. We we're sitting at different small tables and chatting when I suddenly felt a hand gently tapping me twice on the top of my head. I naturally thought someone wanted my attention and turned around, but there was no one there. The rest of the guests were sitting by the table behind me, but it was too far away for someone to reach out behind and touch me. No one in the room was standing up either, and both my brothers who were sitting on each side of me were faced forward with their hands on the table. I turned to one of my brothers and asked who was behind me. He looked at me with a weird look in his eyes and said "No one was or is behind you." I smiled a bit and thought to myself that it must've been my grandfather; he usually tapped me twice on the head or the back when I was hugging him.
Later in the day, I had returned home and suddenly felt exhausted, so I was lying down on the couch to take a quick nap. While I was dozing of, I suddenly remembered something I haven't thought of in years. When me and my brothers where kids, my grandfather used to lift us up in his lap, and pretend to play accordion on our waists, while he did funny sound as if he really played. We used to laugh a lot and loved when he did it. Anyway, exactly at the point where I was thinking about him doing that, I felt fingertips pressing into my waist. I immediately opened my eyes and sat up. The only person in the room was my mother, but she was sitting in a chair not near the couch I was lying in. I told her about what I just experienced, and she said that it was probably my grandfather who passed by to do what he knew always made us happy when we were kids.
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