My Grandmother is currently on hospice and I am finding it hard to sleep as I am thinking about her. The ironic thing about all of this is that I was writing about my fictitious character Jen, and the death of her Grandfather the night my Grandmother went into the hospital. Around the time I was writing that chapter I felt a presence in the room with me, the clock said 3:33. I was so freaked out I had to stop writing and I don’t get creeped out easily. The day after that I heard 3 loud knocks on the closet door in the bedroom. At that time the clock said 2:22. No one else was in the house but me or my Son and he was sleeping, while I was working on writing my novel. The next day I heard my Grandmother had been admitted to the ICU on Thursday, the day all the weird things started happening.
My Grandmother and I shared the same faith. She was raised Catholic, however I came later to the faith when I was in High School. As I was going through discernment, she was there to guide me and answer any questions that I had.
One of the conversations we had was about guardian angels. Catholics believe in them. I then got to thinking it could be my Grandmother trying to send me a message, but she has not passed on yet.
I went to see her today and told her that I loved her, and talked to family I had not seen in a while. I was reminded of how much of a fighter she is and how she has never lost her faith. Having faith in something always gets you through the difficult times.
I remember the first trip to the mall, was taken with my Grandmother. I also remember her pulling my hair over my face when I was younger to show me how beautiful I would look with short bob and some bangs. That is the way I wear my hair now. It makes my blue eyes pop and gives my curly hair more volume. My Grandmother was right.
I remember when Her and my Grandfather went to my dance recital in college. I still have the necklace she gave me that day that has a heart in it. I remember how supportive she was of me as I was going through that time in my life. We spent many evenings on the phone talking.
The two biggest moments of my life, the day I got married and the day my Son was born, her and My Grandfather were there. I will never forget the day Grandma held my Son. She absolutely loves children. When I call she always asked about her Grandson.
She is a woman that has a faith that could move mountains and has never afraid to say I love you. Every time I talked to her she made sure she said it. Today as I left the hospital, I was the only one able to say those words.
If you can please say a prayer, or pray the rosary for my Grandmother. Please also keep my Grandfather in your thoughts and prayers. I know this has not been easy for him.
Goodnight everyone. I am going to pray and read and write a little tonight since I am finding it hard to sleep. All these memories of my Grandmother floating around.
I’m gonna keep the faith, read and write and as I do on most days, do some soul searching.
Snapshots of a Life 