Grandma told Grandpa goodbye from the other side

I was 17 when my Meme (grandma for the people not from the south) passed away. She had a stroke and was in the hospital for 3 days. Papa wasn’t in the best health at the time so my mom, 2 aunts and I stayed with her for those last 3 days. We sat around the bed and told stories about each other (mostly tattling on each other to get her heart rate up since she could hear us but couldn’t respond.) we cried and laughed and prayed for a miracle. Unfortunately, we didn’t get the answer we hoped for.

It was the last day. Papa was on his way with my Uncle Roy and Aunt Barbarian. Meme was slipping away and passed as Papa was coming in to the hospital. The crazy thing about that is that we were telling her to hold on so Papa could say goodbye and we knew she was trying to…but we know she didn’t want him to see her go, so when my mom told us he was coming into the hospital, she passed. (I’m crying typing this so if I have typos please forgive me.)

Papa came into the room after we cleared out. I don’t know what happened in that room as I was sick after that. But we went to get food after we left the hospital and no one was talking. Out of nowhere Papa lifted his head up alert and looked around and my aunt Barbarian looked at him and said “I heard it too.” Now, Papa and Aunt B have always been sensitive. He had visions throughout his life and when they were together the visions and ability to hear things that aren’t from this world are stronger. We asked what they heard and it was Meme saying his name. He started crying. We all did.

Unrelated: Just the weekend before, my mom and I drove up to surprise them. (My dad had to work) and we have the most amazing, memorable weekend. I remember it like it was yesterday. I am just grateful to have gotten to spend more time with her…I would’ve hugged her tighter if I had known that would be the last time. Thanks for reading…tell your loved ones that you love them every chance you get.

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