Proof of ghost

My grandfather died in San Francisco at age 93. The family gathered to pay respect, supping around the kitchen table. Someone said "hush" and we grew quiet. Grandfather was upstairs talking. Curious, i crept up the stairs and opened the door. A shaft of light beside the bed quickly disappeared beneath the wardrobe. I barely had time to point and click an awkward photo. Grandfather whispered "Virginia has come." The room grew warmer as the rest of the family gathered in the bedroom. Twenty minutes later, Grandfather had left to join the great love of his life.