From: Story type: Angel Location: at Home Source: Form Submission
When I was a child, my brother and I would play in his room. He was only 15 months younger than me and we were very close. When were playing in his room, sometimes we would see a man in the doorway watching us play. We were only 5 or 6 at the time and didn't think anything of it. We were never afraid of him.
One day we decided to ask my mom who he was. We said that he was tall, in a brown suit with a hat, that he stood in the doorway and watched us play. My mom said this description sounded just like her grandfather "GG". He had passed away three days before my brother was born. She was always sad that she did not go to the funeral and felt like she didn't get to say good-bye.
Knowing that he was watching over us, we knew he had not gone far when
he died. He was our Guardian Angel, our Guardian dear, and we would
never have to say good-bye.