On a warm summer night in 2004, I was startled awake by a noise, and turned to my side to sleepily see a small boy standing next to my bed in a large cowboy hat.
I glanced at the clock and it was around 3 am. I drifted back to sleep.
Soon thereafter, my mother was at my bedroom window, calling me to wake up. She had been knocking on the door and calling my phone but I was in such a sound sleep, I did not hear her.
I stumbled to the front door only to find out my grandad had passed away about an hour prior.
To this day, I believe it was him as a child that I saw standing beside my bed.
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Wow..... My grandpa (who has also passed away) had a birthday right around Halloween so we often visited him before going trick or treating at night. This time of year always triggers memories of very cozy times visiting him.
ReplyDeleteYour story gives me chills (in a good way...)!