I'm not all that religious. Never was.
But my grandfather was a good man, lived his life by the bible, never hated anyone or anything.
I still ponder something that happened to me during his funeral services.
I was hit with the most intense vision, more of an image in my head, as I looked at his casket. I saw him stepping off a longboat onto a sandy shore, one hand supporting himself on the elaborate bow of the boat, the other hand held steady by his wife, my grandmother.
I have never had that intense of a thought in my head that I don't think I personally thought of, it just sort of bloomed, I like to think it was him showing me something, but then again why me and not his two children? Or any of my cousins?
I was close to him in the end, and it turns out I was the last one of relation to see him alive. But I don't know if that has anything to do with it.
>>18448833
was this your first funeral?
>>18448876
I know it's a hell of a late time to say, but no.
I have been to eight, most of them family, first one something like this ever hit me.
>>18448833
Im sorry man i have been where you are, the image you had in your head is only your imagiation. and the loss will only make you stronger. keep going mate
>>18448833
You can talk to your grandfather whenever you want, he's still listening, anon.
>>18448965
nice post anon
>>18448975
Thank you!
>>18448833
Your grandpa is real proud of you I think anon.
He's with your grandma now, but he's also with you.
It's a beautiful image isnt it?
>>18448833
Lovely image, op. I think the question of why did this come to you and not your parents might be that the relationship is often simpler, clearer, for grandparents/kids. Even though it hurts to lose them, there is a clearer route to your mind compared to when you lose a parent.
I've had visions, and have become able to create them if I want to explore something. I honestly don't know if it is the mind creating images to make sense of an issue, or if the vision has a different source or some objective existence of its own. Sometimes it seems that way, when a vision is spontaneous, detailed and clear. One feature which tends to make me think I'm viewing something with a degree of reality to it is that there is often something unexpected in the vision, something I would not have been likely to imagine myself.
I never used to be particularly visual, I suck at art, but the more I accepted that information could come to me this way, the more it happened.
Whether your vision was your imagination making sense of a painful time, or a visual interpretation of an actual moment in your grandad's journey, the impression that I get from it is that it gave you a felt sense of your grandad, who he was, and that he is OK now. Treasure it; write it down, in as much detail as you can, as those details might fade with memory. Thanks for posting.