From time to time, I receive visits from loved ones who have passed on.
It was my grandfather who died earlier this year.
He held a very influential place in my life.
(The dedication I wrote for his funeral is posted on my crochet blog, if you wish to see.)
He visited me last night. Or perhaps more correctly, I visited him.
I was sad and lonely and came to his lifeless body lying on his hospital bed.
Laying my head upon his chest, I cried.
As my tears fell on him, he stirred and with effort spoke.
“Take heart child. Your beliefs are welcome here.”
And he was gone.
And I was filled with joy.
“The signal is faint Grandma,”
I cried out to my one living grandparent left.
“But he has not left. Grandpa is still Here.”