A visit from beyond

About two months after my grandfather passed away, I had a dream about him. I was back in England, where I was attending university, and that evening, I was lying in bed in my small room in the dormitory.

My relationship with my grandfather was never close. While raised in the countryside, my grandparents resided in Reykjavík throughout my life. Additionally, my grandfather, an old fisherman, was not very talkative.

By the time I was in my twenties, he had lost much of his hearing and spent most of his time lying on the sofa in the small room in my grandparent's apartment, engrossed in books. There was a lack of connection between us, possibly not solely my responsibility. It is worth noting that I share his reserved nature, which likely hindered any meaningful interaction between us.

That evening, he unexpectedly appeared in my room, very much alive. As previously mentioned, in the dream, I found myself in my dormitory when suddenly another bed appeared at the end of mine, and it seemed as though my grandfather was lying there. I let out a scream as I was aware that my grandfather had passed away and that what stood before me was a ghostly apparition of him.

However, my grandfather spoke calmly, saying, "There's no need to be alarmed; I'm just here." The unsettling dream transitioned into a comforting visit from my grandfather, who had come to be with me in spirit. Despite my initial shock, I found his presence to be quite comforting. This was the first instance, but certainly not the last, of him making his presence felt.

A couple of years later, during a mediumship course, I encountered an elderly man whom I initially believed had passed away peacefully. He shared a photograph with me depicting my grandfather sitting aboard a canoe in orange fisherman's gear, looking joyful. I interpreted this as a sign of similarity between the man and my grandfather. It wasn't until later that I recognized my grandfather had visited me in spirit. Subsequently, I dreamt about him a few more times.

Recently, I inquired with a medium about my grandfather and the reason for his frequent presence in my life, despite our lack of connection when he was alive. The medium explained that I inherited his genes and that we both knew how to be alone.

I cherish our bond, knowing that even if someone is gone, it's not the end—quite the opposite. I sometimes sense a profound love and concern from the other side, a certain unconditional love that we struggle to express towards one another in our earthly existence.