So, my grandpa passed away 15 months ago... it was sudden, but this certain hospital did too much to him and dragged things out for far too long. They didn’t follow protocol, and kept him at this hospital when he needed to be life flighted our to a different hospital that has the things that could help him...
Finally, they ended up life flighted him.... but it was too late I guess.
One night, I had this “dream”. He came to me and told me that he’s gone. And to not be sad, because he is so happy where he is. He said he said things about being with his family and finally meeting his dad. He held me and rocked me in his arms. — I woke up, and my mom came rushing in my room saying that the hospital just called her and said we need to hurry as fast as we can and get to the hospital and say our goodbyes.
Last night, I believe he came to me again telling me that he’s right here with me. That he’s on my side through all this mess my family is putting me through.
I don’t know how to handle myself today. I’ve been living in the melancholy and sleeping all day. I made a playlist for him. The songs that we used to sing all the time together, and songs that he loved. And I can’t help but just wish he was here. Because things WOULD be different with my family if he was here. He was peaceful and was able to have a neutral perspective on things. And I know he’d be with me.
I don’t really know my goal for writing this post. Maybe it was to vent. Maybe it was to be able to know I’m not alone and other people have experiences like this.
Has anyone ever had these types of experiences? How has it changed you?