My father died when I was eight.
After his death, my mother didn’t want to sleep alone, so she had me and my older sister sleep with her in their large bed. A few weeks after his death, mother woke us up one night and insisted that she saw my father standing at the foot of the bed.
Naturally, my sister and I didn’t know what to think and were a little scared. For years, I thought she probably just imagined seeing him. But, I’ve heard so many similar stories that, now, I believe that she really did see my dad.
My grandparents had been married 63 years, when my grandmother passed away. My grandfather had health problems due to a stroke and they for the first time in all those year together were not sleeping in the same bed or room. When I arrived at their house the morning after she died, my grandfather told me he had awakened in the night and called out for my grandmother, but that he knew she was gone.
He lived another 7 years. When I would call or visit he would always say he would not be there much longer and I would reply, “no, you’re not going anywhere!” The last time we had that conversation, he said,” honey, don’t hold me here. At night I see your grandmother in a field picking flowers, she waves to me, beckoning me to join her. I want to go through the gate into that field and help her pick those flowers.” I quit holding him here and he died not long after that.