About 2 years ago, the day before Father's Day, I picked up a picture of my grandfather, who I have not met before. And I said to the picture, "I wish I could have met you." That night I was sleeping next to my grandmother. I woke up around 3:00 in the mooring to get a glass of water. When I turned off the sink, I heard footsteps walking into my grandmother's room. When I ran into the room, I saw a figure, a white fog right next to my grandmother. I chocked back a scream when the figure turned to me and I saw my grandfather smiling at me. He looked so peaceful and happy. I blinked back tears as I watched him. He walked around the bed and stood a few feet from me. Then he disappeared with a smile and a wink.
In the morning nobody believed me, except my brother who had witnessed him too. My brother had said that he had seen my grandfather also. I was very surprised that my brother, out of everyone, had seem him too. My parents thought we were going crazy. Though my grandmother told me later on that she believed me and that she had a "dream" of him talking to her. It was a very scary night, but I believe I will see him another time. I hope that is. Though I have never met my grandfather, I will always love him.
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