My Grandpa died in 2004. I was sitting in a classroom minding my own business, on that day. A huge gust of wind hit the classroom. I was very confused, because the Windows were closed, and a gust of wind came inside. I was living at college that year, and went back to my dorm room. My mom called to tell me Grandpa had died. I remember askinf her when he died. It was at the same time that I felt a gust of wind. I have ALWAYS believed that that gust of wind was him saying "Good-bye" to me. Sometimes late at night I will hear him talking to me.
During my surgery, that I had, a year and a galf ago I woke up to the soynd of his voice. I swear he was standing over me.
I think he likes to know that I am ok