When I was around 7 years old, my grandmother passed away. I was a child and, I did not even understand the concept of death. A few nights after she had passed, I had a dream of her. I had taken a bite out of a pencil and "died" from it, and I ended up in this pitch black room where I finally am able to see my grandmothers face and she yelled at me and said "WHAT ARE DOING HERE? GET OUT NOW!" I was so frightened which is why I will never forget that dream. Years later, I had another dream about her where my entire family threw a get together because she was coming back. We were all so excited and then I saw her walking towards me with the brightest light shinning behind her, she looked happy and healthy, not sickly the way from when she was alive. She was going to talk to me before I woke up. I knew she was at peace. Even with my grandfather, I was around 16 when had passed and he was my best friend. I was grieving a lot and at one point I sat in my backyard just asking him to hold my hand, and obviously nothing happened and I thought I was going crazy. Well, days later I had a dream where we were at this big party, and theres a bright spotlight on a man, the man turned out to be my grandpa and he reached for my hand and I felt - and I mean felt- his hand. It was unreal, and I knew it was both of them visiting me to tell me they were okay and watching over me. It has given me peace especially knowing that theres more after life, even though many might not agree.