My grandfather passed away when I was 8 and my little brother was 2 or 3ish. He had this big lazy boy chair in the living room that he always planted himself in. Everyone knew this chair was “grandpa’s chair.”
Anyway, we went down to my grandparent’s house in Florida for a long weekend to attend the funeral, etc. We’re all chatting the first night there in the living room, and…
My mom was sitting in the lazy boy chair.
My little brother goes up to my mom and says “Grandpa wants his chair back.” My mom asks him where grandpa is, thinking he probably didn’t understand death, to which he responds, “he’s right behind you.”
My mom BOLTED off that sofa immediately.
–dasuberblonde
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