In November 1984, I was feeding my dogs in the basement about 10 p.m. when I felt a shadow or presence behind me. I turned, expecting to find my German Shepherd perched with his front paws up on a cabinet, which was his habit, but found that he was on the other side of the room. I continued to feed the two dogs, but still felt something behind me. Several times I turned expecting to see a bat or bird that somehow had gotten into the house. Nothing was there.
The next morning I learned that my grandfather, with whom I was extremely close, had passed away the previous evening, sometime after 8 p.m., which was the last contact anyone had had with him. I am sure that it was around 10 p.m. when I felt the presence behind me and he was attempting to say goodbye.