In 2005 my grandfather had passed away due to a heart attack. I am one that believes in the spirit world because the world isn’t all found out. We don’t know every nook and cranny. There are sometimes I can hear him faintly call me by a childhood nickname. He was the only one that knew that nickname too. And sometimes I can feel that he’s watching me attempt to accomplish tasks I find really difficult. This isn’t the first time I received a visit from grandpa.
Grandpa had visited me the night he died. It was before the phone rang for us to hear the news of his passing. The cookie tin where he and I would snitch late night cookies would be opened without anyone present. When I went to fix it, I felt a tap on my shoulder and the phone rang. It was my aunt delivering us the news that he had passed on.
He can be seen sometimes in the rear view mirror of my car. I could be going around my business and catch a glimpse of him. I keep telling my grandma, grandpa’s outer shell died, but his soul lives on forever.