I was involved in a bad story shortly before my grandfather passed away. He had been my closest, most intimate person since childhood, who had practically raised me while my parents were at work. He had been very ill in his last months – lung problems. He was the only person I could tell that I had borrowed money from a former classmate to buy a car, but since I couldn’t pay it all off before the deadline, my friend became a nuisance.
The guy called first, then threatened to tell my family, then said he would cut me off with his car, and ended up with someone knocking off the mirrors on my new car. I suspected my classmate, really wanted to pay him back all the money, but I wouldn’t get a loan from the bank. My parents certainly didn’t have that kind of money, and I was afraid to tell my grandfather, both because of his health and because I was ashamed.
And then there was the misfortune of his passing, and the funeral cost a pretty penny.
On the third day, after we had gone through all the craziness with the wake and all the payments, Grandpa came to me in a dream. He was sitting in my room at my parents’ house, on the bed, like he was trying to look under it. I have to be honest, after waking up I was a little shocked and rather frightened, because I woke up at dawn, the shadows from the window were forming strange silhouettes and I was really freaked out.
During the day I had managed to forget about the dream, but the next night I dreamt about grandfather again. He was standing on his skinny knees by the bed, with his hand there. And when I woke up, I decided to see what he was looking for. I thought it was silly of me to think that Grandpa could be giving me signs from the other side, but what if he was?
I went under the bed with my hands first, and then stretched out on the floor with the flashlight. My bed is old, made of wood, my grandfather had repaired and nailed something down a few times himself. And so, looking around carefully, I noticed a piece of cloth peeking out from behind the wood. I got out, pushed the mattress aside to make sure it wasn’t him and the sheet, and then fetched some pliers and pulled out some nails that wouldn’t let me get the cloth. It was my grandmother’s old handkerchief; she often wore it. Now the bundle contained rings, earrings, bracelets. There was silver and gold.
My grandfather must have inherited it all at one time, and then he decided to give it to me.
Thanks to his clues, I was able to pay off my debt, put some aside for the future, and gave some of it to my parents. When I told my mother that I had dreamed this, she didn’t think it was a sign from above.
– You must have seen Grandpa hiding, and your imagination made up the ghost,” she said.
But I don’t believe Grandpa would do that in front of me. I think he was dreaming about it on purpose to help me.
