Thanks, the family seems to want me to eulogize him, so been writing things down that my two cousins and brother want me to address, as well as my brother's memories... It's really sad because he was so looking forward to coming home after the surgery and driving his car, god how he loved that car. We've arranged so the funeral procession will drive past their house and stop, so he can see his car one last time, and see the Christmas Tree fully lit up. Some strange things happened today that can only make me think that he's present in spirit.
I spent all day with my grandmother and my parents, aunts and uncles. My grandma was so heartbroken about the car not being driven that I told her that as long as she wants I will come over and run the engine, scrape off ice and snow and make it look like it's being regularly driven, since the car hadn't been driven in six weeks I went and I plugged in the block heater for a few hours and then went out... The keyless entry unlocked the car but then I got in and turned the key and the battery was dead. My dad told me that if the battery was toast then we wouldn't worry about running it. So I go to turn the car into the off position and the cylinder stops moving between "Acc" and "Off". at this point the only option was to get the people from GM Roadside Assistance to come and jump the car to get it running, so we could either see if the key would come out then, or take it down to the dealer for them to fix there. Sure enough the roadside assistance people come and boost the car, it runs for an hour and a half and I turn it off, the key comes out of the ignition just fine. Funny thing is I tried to start it when it was frozen with a dead battery once before, it wouldn't start and the key just came out fine. Go ahead and call me nutso but something tells me that he was there wanting his car to be run, and interfered so we basically had to do so. Also my father had been wearing his "Wrap Around" sunglasses and my grandfather never cared for them. My dad misplaced them after leaving them on the counter. He went out but then came back and the glasses were in one of my grandfather's shoes... on the shoerack on a different floor of the house.
Am I crazy or have other people who've lost people dear to them experienced similar things?