Hello! I am a 15-year-old girl and on March 29 my grandfather died (On my father's side) (NOW A LITTLE BACKGROUND). Unfortunately, he struggled for 3 months. He was diagnosed with 2 cancers and scattered on his back, he suffered a stroke (thank God he was very light and did not affect him anywhere) and could not have surgery because he could not stand it. My mother and father took care of him during these 3 months. I lived with my grandmother (on my mother's side). My father kept calling me to go to them to see him, but I was scared because I didn't know what to find. Anyway ... After my grandfather died, I had to go to his funeral. I didn't want much but my parents forced me because I was named after him. I went. It was a lot of stress for me. Only when I saw how the agency came and they took out the coffin and put it on something like a table (not exactly) I felt sick. I was at a funeral for the first time and had no idea what we were going to do there. I thought they would take out the coffin and I would just bury it and then the priest would sing, food would be distributed and that's it. Well, yes but no ... The gypsies opened the coffin and I saw my grandfather lying inside ... I remember that his eyes were protruding, it was a little bloated and white. After the priest sang he had to put 2 flowers each, I was so scared, my heart was beating ... and when I watched my father cry and I would be jealous ... it was awful. I tried in the fastest way to put the flowers and pull aside .... After the funeral I went back to my grandparents (on my mother's side) and imperceptibly lay down and fell asleep. A few days passed and in the evening I dreamed of my grandfather. I was in the cemetery a little to the side of his grave, staring, and suddenly I saw a hand coming out of his grave. He came out of his grave and went home. And he started eating. I don't know how to decipher this dream. I remember as a child dreaming of my grandmother (she had died when I was 4 years old) I was 7 and still sleeping in a cot (it was quite large, wooden) and suddenly I saw a pale figure of my grandmother. Her face was clear. She was beautiful. In a long white dress. There were no steps. It was as if he were levitating. I ran out of water and she brought me a cup. I tried to take it but without success. And that was it. I still can't figure out if it was a dream or not. Because I've been told that, in principle, dead people are most often associated with children. THANK YOU for reading my story! (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) I remember as a child dreaming of my grandmother (she had died when I was 4 years old) I was 7 and still sleeping in a cot (it was quite large, wooden) and suddenly I saw a pale figure of my grandmother. Her face was clear. She was beautiful. In a long white dress. There were no steps. It was as if he were levitating. I ran out of water and she brought me a cup. I tried to take it but without success. And that was it. I still can't figure out if it was a dream or not. Because I've been told that, in principle, dead people are most often associated with children. THANK YOU for reading my story! (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) I remember as a child dreaming of my grandmother (she had died when I was 4 years old) I was 7 and still sleeping in a cot (it was quite large, wooden) and suddenly I saw a pale figure of my grandmother. Her face was clear. She was beautiful. In a long white dress. There were no steps. It was as if he were levitating. I ran out of water and she brought me a cup. I tried to take it but without success. And that was it. I still can't figure out if it was a dream or not. Because I've been told that, in principle, dead people are most often associated with children. THANK YOU for reading my story! (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) Her face was clear. She was beautiful. In a long white dress. There were no steps. It was as if he were levitating. I ran out of water and she brought me a cup. I tried to take it but without success. And that was it. I still can't figure out if it was a dream or not. Because I've been told that, in principle, dead people are most often associated with children. THANK YOU for reading my story! (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) Her face was clear. She was beautiful. In a long white dress. There were no steps. It was as if he were levitating. I ran out of water and she brought me a cup. I tried to take it but without success. And that was it. I still can't figure out if it was a dream or not. Because I've been told that, in principle, dead people are most often associated with children. THANK YOU for reading my story! (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :) (Sorry if there are spelling mistakes) It just weighed on me and I wanted to share it with someone. :)
1 ashanegi answered
Oh, darling, so was I. When I was 6, my great-grandmother died and I hardly remember her: she had Romanian roots, they tell me, and that's it. My condolences! If you are watching a movie with a similar case, to see that it is not just you, watch the German For a Girl with Clear Fritzie Bauer. And if you want to shake off, I wish you success! And again my condolences! One girl