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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Megalodon1204 on 2025-05-25 21:16:41+00:00.

My grandpa became really frail during the height of Covid (but not as a result of Covid). My mom and I traveled back home from the state we were living in so we could be with him in his final days. After a week or so of us trying to manage him at home, he ended up being hospitalized. A max of two people were allowed in his room at a time. The family rotated through the day so he was never alone. When it was time for my mom and I to go in, he wasn’t speaking coherently, if at all. He wasn’t understanding what we were saying to him so my mom and I chatted while we played his favorite music. Out of the blue, in his normal voice, he said “Hello there! Are we ready yet? One more day? Ok.” My mom and I looked at each other and knew he wasn’t talking to anyone on this earth. He was being moved back home to be on hospice the next day so we hoped he was talking about that. Deep down, we knew he was likely talking to his parents and siblings that had already passed and he would likely pass the next day.

The next day we got the hospice bed set up, he was transported home and the hospice nurse sat with us for a while and explained everything. An hour after she left, he took his last breath. We left his old country playlist going on one of our phones. Right after he passed, Good Hearted Woman by Willie Nelson started playing. It wasn’t on his list but we knew he played it for grandma.