My maternal grandfather passed away in August of 1998 after suffering from Diabetes and Renal failure for a long time. He was always happy even on the day he died. He died in Mexico, on the day he died we had just come to see him because we had been told that he was very ill. He greeted us with a warm smile.
A couple hours after we arrived he passed away. We stayed in Mexico with my grandmother for a month until she decided to comeback to San Jose with us. Soon after we arrived we started to hear strange noises at night. My grandfather had had his right leg amputated due to diabetic neuropathy so he would wear a prosthesis and used a walker.
At night we would hear the sounds of a walker being dragged through the house. We all could hear it since our entire house had tile. It sounded like grandpa was walking all around the house. We also heard my grandpa play the flute and the guitar like he did when he was alive. The melody was always the same and it would always start off softly.
Also in our family room we had and old clock that didn't work anymore even when we changed the batteries, yet it would always go off at the same time, exactly 3:00am. We were never afraid whenever we would hear grandpa, we always felt calm and at peace. We like to think that its just grandpa's way of letting us know that he is ok.
Every year on his birthday which is July 16 we always play family videos of him singing and playing the guitar as he was a Mariachi in his younger days. Even well into his 60's he still enjoyed serenating my grandmother with their favorite songs from their youth.
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