I would have to say that this is my most favorite experience that I have had in my life.
When I was eight years old, my grandpa had died from heart failure one day after we got home to California. I was upset that my grandpa was gone, he was my only grandpa that I knew. We had to go back to throw his ashes over a bridge.
We were all depressed, especially my mom. We went to some kind of bridge, and we were getting ready. My two uncles got out my grandpa's ashes, and threw them over the bridge. As I watched the ashes go down, to my surprise, they started to form the shape of my grandpa, only to a larger size. I was excited, but was weirded out a little, since it was my first experience.
Two years later, I asked my mom about my grandpa's ashes forming the shape of him, if she saw it, too. She said yes! So I was happy I wasn't the only one who saw it. When the experience happened, I felt like I was going crazy over his death! But luckily, I wasn't.
I'm still sad, though. But I'm happy that he doesn't have to suffer from his heart attack anymore. If someone can tell me what it was, then that would be great. I felt like he was saying goodbye for the last time, I still don't know though. What do you think?
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