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He came to say goodbye
When my Grandfather was dying my father used to sit with him through the night. One such night my mother and me had been in bed for a few hours,when I was awakened by the sound of heavy rattling and banging on my bedroom window. (We lived in a ground floor flat at the time) Thinking it was my father forgetting his keys, we looked outside, but there was no-one there, and we went back to bed. Early next day, my father returned and told us, sadly, that my grandfather passed away in the night. I asked at what time, and it was exactly the time of the banging on my window. I believe to this day it was my grandfather saying goodbye to us.