I was only ten years old and I will never forget it. My grandpa, whom I loved dearly, had passed away a week before. I was sleeping in my room, facing the window, facing east. I suddenly woke. I opened my eyes and saw the sun rising outside my window. I was completely awake. I turned to the other side to get comfortable and see if I could go back to sleep and there was the image of my grandpa on the bedroom door. He was just standing there, plain as day. I could not see his entire body, just the top half. He was wearing the clothes he always wore, a white collar shirt and white t shirt underneath. He was shaking his head from side to side as if trying to tell me "no". I thought I was seeing a ghost. I was so overwhelmed with fear that I pulled the covers over my head and began to wait. When the sun was bright enough, I slowly took the covers off. My grandpa was gone. I ran into my mother's room and told her what happened. The following day, I told my grandma. No one really believed me. They said it was my imagination. I know it was not my imagination. I saw his image right there in front of me. Unexplainable things do happen, all the time. I have had precognitive dreams and premonitions as well. It is something that just comes when it comes. I have no control over it.