In mid 2016, my grandmother passed away.
By the end of that same year, something happened that I still think about to this day.
It was a normal day. I was prepping for my semester exam, stressed and doing last-minute revision from morning till evening. My grandad came over because we had seepage on our walls and he needed to assist the plumber. He came into my room, touched the damp wall, explained things to the plumber, and everything felt routine.
Around 5 pm, I was exhausted and took a nap. My mum was prepping dinner in the kitchen and my dad was still at work. I woke up after 2 hours, but something immediately felt off. The house was quiet. My mum wasn’t home. I called her, no answer. I called again and she picked up and said, “Grandad isn’t well. We are at the hospital.”
Long story short, he had a sudden brain stroke, bled heavily through his nose and passed away. The next few days were a blur of shock and sadness.
About 14 days later is when the part that still haunts me happened.
It was past midnight. My mum, dad and dog were sleeping in a faraway room. I was in my room scrolling on my phone, tired and about to sleep. It was winter, so I was under a blanket with it partially covering my face.
I put my phone aside and closed my eyes for a few seconds.
That’s when I felt it.
The weird, unmistakable feeling that someone is standing over you. Watching you. The room felt different in a way that is impossible to describe unless you’ve felt it.
I don’t know if I pulled the blanket down or if it was some kind of vision, but suddenly I saw him.
My grandad.
His face.
Clear as day.
He was inches away from me. So close that all I could see were his eyes. His grey eyes blinking, calm and relaxed. He was leaning over me like he was trying to get a proper look at me. His expression wasn’t scary. It was peaceful. It genuinely felt like he had come to say a final goodbye.
And despite how much I loved him, in that moment I was terrified. It lasted a few seconds, and then I jolted out of my bed and ran out of the room. I didn’t sleep there for weeks.
Looking back now, I keep thinking about the one thing that still breaks my heart. The day he passed away, I never got to see him. I was asleep when he had the stroke, and by the time I woke up, he was already gone.
It’s been 9 years. I was fully awake when this happened. I know what I saw. I know what I felt. And I’m convinced it wasn’t just in my mind.
I really think he came to say goodbye.
And it made me believe that souls, or something like souls, really do exist.
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