My grandpa met a violent end on February 1, 2018. He was tortured and stabbed to death by his own store employees in his hometown of Mazatlan in Mexico. My mother, his daughter, was completely devastated and she was depressed for weeks.

The day after his funeral, my mother experienced the most intense dream she ever had in her life. In the dream, she was waiting at the bus stop near our home. Then she heard my grandfather’s voice calling out to her. He told her NOT to get on the bus because it would take her to where he was. My grandpa said he was fine and then he gave his memorable laugh. My mother woke up sweating and crying. She swore that my grandpa visited her.