He was dead right? Then why did I sense his presence every night and even sometimes when I was fully awake. A little poke when I’m sleeping or the sudden breeze in a room that was still made his presence seem very real. That door I knew I closed suddenly appeared to snap open. My family thought I was holding onto something that wasn’t real but maybe just maybe grandpa still lived? Everyone knew he could never survive that crash especially at his age. Then came the footsteps the pierced my sleep. I had to run toward them even though every step lead to fear. Suddenly a thump and he appeared on the ground barely alive but somehow still breathing after all.