I was relaxing, during the day, on my bed. I fell into a trance like meditation. I was with my deceased grandfather, at him home, in the back yard. He was sitting outside in the sun on a plastic chair. I was so happy to see him – beyond happy. We never spoke words but the emotional exchange was beyond intense. I sat on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. He was wearing a sweater he always wore. I was so happy and then I started to cry because I knew our visit was ending. I was overwhelmed with sadness. When I returned my pillow was wet from tears and I was still crying. Though, uneducated about OBEs in knew with all certainty that it wasn’t a dream. I knew I had a real and meaningful visit with my deceased grandfather.