On a warm summer night in 2004, I was startled awake by a noise, and turned to my side to sleepily see a small boy standing next to my bed in a large cowboy hat.
I glanced at the clock and it was around 3 am. I drifted back to sleep.
Soon thereafter, my mother was at my bedroom window, calling me to wake up. She had been knocking on the door and calling my phone but I was in such a sound sleep, I did not hear her.
I stumbled to the front door only to find out my grandad had passed away about an hour prior.
To this day, I believe it was him as a child that I saw standing beside my bed.