I had a very sick grandfather who sat at home all the time. He had lost a lot of weight and had acquired a huge bouquet of diseases. My family and I would flinch every time grandma called, fearing we would hear that he had died. One night, I went to wash my face. I didn’t close the door, leaving a small crack. And when I rinsed off the leftover foam, I saw in the mirror that grandfather was standing right behind the door and smiling at me. I was startled, and I stood with my eyes closed for about a minute. I woke my relatives up, and we called grandma. She went to check, but she couldn't wake grandfather up anymore...