Full disclosure, this happened about 11 years ago. I was ten years old at the time, I think. But I still remember it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever forget. My granddad had gotten cancer, I don’t remember what kind it was, but I hadn’t thought anything of it when it first started. I assumed he was just getting old, he was in his mid fifties at the time.

It was winter break and my brothers and I were staying at a family friend’s house. She and her husband had been friends with my grandparents since before I was born and they lived about 100 feet away. That night, I had a dream. It was cloudy I believe, or was it fog? Either way, it was overcast and my grandfather’s white Chevy Silverado was parked on the street by his and my grandmas house. He was sitting on the toolbox installed in the trunk. I don’t remember his exact words, but he said he loved me and he wanted to say goodbye before he left. I was pretty close to my granddad and I was confused. I didn’t understand where he was going but I woke up.

When I woke up, my parents were there. I was confused because they usually waited to be called before coming to get my brothers and I. They sat us down and explained that our granddad passed away peacefully in his sleep last night. I was really upset, and asked my brothers if they had any dreams about him last night. They both said yes and recounted the exact same dream that I had. I realized that he had come to say goodbye before leaving. I’m not sure if he visited my grandma as well, but I’m sure he would have let her know he loved her.

Maybe three or five years ago I asked my brothers if they remembered this, but they said no. But I know it was real. I was raised Christian and I know the Lord let him say goodbye to us one last time. I’ve been keeping that inside for the past eleven years. But I’m not imagining things.

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[link] [comments]Full disclosure, this happened about 11 years ago. I was ten years old at the time, I think. But I still remember it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever forget. My granddad had gotten cancer, I don’t remember what kind it was, but I hadn’t thought anything of it when it first started. I assumed he was just getting old, he was in his mid fifties at the time. It was winter break and my brothers and I were staying at a family friend’s house. She and her husband had been friends with my grandparents since before I was born and they lived about 100 feet away. That night, I had a dream. It was cloudy I believe, or was it fog? Either way, it was overcast and my grandfather’s white Chevy Silverado was parked on the street by his and my grandmas house. He was sitting on the toolbox installed in the trunk. I don’t remember his exact words, but he said he loved me and he wanted to say goodbye before he left. I was pretty close to my granddad and I was confused. I didn’t understand where he was going but I woke up. When I woke up, my parents were there. I was confused because they usually waited to be called before coming to get my brothers and I. They sat us down and explained that our granddad passed away peacefully in his sleep last night. I was really upset, and asked my brothers if they had any dreams about him last night. They both said yes and recounted the exact same dream that I had. I realized that he had come to say goodbye before leaving. I’m not sure if he visited my grandma as well, but I’m sure he would have let her know he loved her. Maybe three or five years ago I asked my brothers if they remembered this, but they said no. But I know it was real. I was raised Christian and I know the Lord let him say goodbye to us one last time. I’ve been keeping that inside for the past eleven years. But I’m not imagining things. submitted by /u/Sysadmin_Glitch [link] [comments]

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