Michigan, My house.
I was only about four or five when my Grandpa Bill passed away. Being so young, I didn't really understand death. The night he died, I woke up to him sitting on the top bunk bed with me. I didn't think anything of it at first, he told me to be a good girl and to not get into any trouble, I agreed to do so and he left. The next morning my mother came in my room and told me that Grandpa had left and we wont see him for a very long time. When I told her he came and sat with me last night, she broke down in tears. I can still see him sitting at the end of my bed today.
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