I Met My Grandpa After He Died

For as long as I could remember, there was a man who stood over my bed at night.

I didn’t see him every night, but he would appear sporadically. As a child, I was told I had an active imagination so I didn’t think much of it when I’d open my eyes and see a tall figure hunched over, peering down at me from the side of my bed.

I would blink until he went away. As the years wore on, I would just roll over so I didn’t have to look at him.