This happened about 40 years ago. My parents had gone to a dinner party across the street. My oldest sister, Laurie, was in the living room & noticed a shadow moving at the end of the room. What was odd was that it was moving back & forth behind our KLH-9 speakers (which were about 6 feet tall). If the shadow was from something in the room it would have fallen on the front of the speakers. She had the distinct feeling this was my grandfather, who had passed away several years before. (He was a francophile & we were not allowed to call him Grandpa - he preferred the french ‘Granpere.’)
Another sister, also had a similar sighting of an odd shadow moving in another room of the house.
My parents came home very late & my sisters couldn’t tell my mother until the next morning. They each told my mother about their experience separately. They had not told each other. My mother was really upset about this & thought they were lying. She told my father about it, who gave her a funny look. Finally, he said, “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I woke up last night at & there was Grandpere standing at the end of the bed. He was there a moment & then gone.”
My mother had been grieving about my grandfather’s death, wishing he could’ve lived long enough to visit us in Hawaii where we lived at the time. She believes this was his way of saying, “I’m here. Don’t grieve.”
My interpretation of such stories (not that you should care) is that they aren’t at all good. I am not saying it didn’t happen, only that I think it has nothing to do with heaven, or a heavenly spirit, or God. Somehow people tell stories like this (true or not) and feel comforted, I would feel no comfort at all from such an event.
Frickin’ scarin the S out of people by moving like a shadow and standing at the end or side of the bed is no way to reassure anybody, or comfort them.