A GRANDFATHER'S VISIT

My dad came to visit. I’d only felt his presence this strongly once before since he passed in 1974. I had just spent the last 5 months watching my son slowly die day by day from pancreatic cancer. I was so proud of the fight my son fought but I knew this disease was a vicious opponent and my heart broke a little more each day as I watched him grow sicker and weaker every day.

This particular day I was just sitting there readying myself to go visit my son. It hurt to see him in so much pain but I had to. I didn’t know which day would be the last day I could see him, touch him, talk to him. As I sat there praying my son was having a somewhat good day my dad appeared. I felt him as strongly as if his physical form was in front of me. I said, “Daddy,” and felt a comforting warmth surround me. And I knew. I said, “Are you coming for Mike?” Again, a hug of warmth surrounded me before he left. As I got up and got dressed and ready to go to Mike’s I felt my dad twice more, just there, just being, offering comfort and love.

As I sat on the edge of Mike’s bed next to him, I brought up the surprising visit. Of my ten grandchildren Mike was the only one to meet my father before he passed. I said, “Mike, my dad came to visit. It was like he was right there in the room with me. I almost thought I’d imagined it.” He said, “No mom, he came to visit me, too.”

Not long after that visit, I know my dad was there to welcome my son as he crossed over to Heaven.

Thank you, Daddy.