Yesterday I saw an old man riding a bike who looked exactly like my grandfather. He’s been dead about 15 years. I didn’t find any sort of comfort in this, but instead was really freaked out. He was waiting at the lighted crosswalk on Speedway that goes to Himel park. He was waiting to cross but hadn’t pushed the button for the lights to flash. This is the same grandfather that told me in a dream a few years ago that he’d haunt me for x amount of years.