14 years old – My grandfather was dying. He was in the hospital and I went to see him. I was in the room with him and he didn’t know who I was. He was coherent, just not in his “right mind” as some would say.

He was in the hospital bed which was leaned up so he was sitting mostly upright. He was on the ground floor of the hospital with a window view that faced the square of an outdoor garden/seating area. I was sitting in a chair in front of that window, facing his bed, when he asks me, “Who is that man waiting on you?”

I asked “what man?”

And he points out the window behind me to the garden area and says “that tall man standing out there. He is waiting on you.”

I turned around to look out the window and no one, that I could see anyway, was standing outside. It scared and worried me. I felt, in that moment, that I knew my grandfather was dying and that he was seeing people who weren’t really there. 

Later I mentioned it to my parents and I remember my mom telling me that it’s common when people are dying for them to hallucinate. 

And perhaps that’s what it was.