From the time I was born, I had a wonderful relationship
with my Grandpa Max and my Great-Grandma. To them, I was a
little angel who refreshed the way they saw the world.
One evening, when I was five years old, I sat up in bed, still
asleep, and had a quick conversation with my Grandpa Max.
My mother says she heard me promise to be a good girl and
that I would take care of my Mommy and I would miss him
very much. Moments after I laid my head back on my pillow,
the phone rang. It was my Grandma back in Texas telling my
Mom that Grandpa Max had passed away in his sleep.
I wasn't sad when they told me in the morning because I
remembered the conversation and told them I knew he was
alright. Four years later and being a military family, we
were moving into another house in another country. I had
just seen my Great-Grandma a few weeks before and she had
given the family several gifts including the rocking chair
in which she had rocked my Grandpa and Dad.
The rocking chair was in a corner of the room undisturbed and still.
Suddenly it started rocking, not the sort of rock when an
object is pushed or blown by a breeze. It was a slow,
deliberate rocking. The sent of roses filled the room, my
Great-Grandma always smelled of roses. Then the chair
stopped. Sensing that something was going on, my parents
called my Great-Grandma's home. We were told that she had
just passed away that morning. I don't know of any
explanation other than that these events were a final
visit from my grandparents. It is something I'll always
remember and be thankful for. They gave me just a little
glimpse of that other world. And I'm sure that my wonderful
Grandparents are still looking out for me.
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