A Grandpa Watches Over His Grandson
From: Story type: Angel Location: Odessa, TX Source: Form Submission
I don't know if you would exactly call this an encounter but it was very significant in my life and I would like to think of them as my two personal angels. When I was twelve years old, my father passed away after battling cancer for two years. I was the youngest of seven children and have always resented the fact that my children would never get to know this great man.
Anyways, during my father's illness he was kept at home in a hospital bed that was located in his favorite spot in the living room. He stayed in that same spot until he passed away. My father loved to drink coffee every morning when he woke up to go to work and the smell of the coffee brewing was always so strong in the mornings. After he passed, whenever I would start to really miss him, the aroma of coffee brewing always seemed to fill the air.
When I was eighteen, I gave birth to my first child, a son named Christopher. He was almost three months premature and, according to doctors, was not supposed to survive the first hour after birth. But, just like my father, little Christopher was a fighter. He went through numerous operations to correct different problems. I always believed his grandpa was with him, helping him through it all.
Well, after almost three months in the hospital, I was told Christopher was doing great and would get to come home very soon. I could help but thank God and of course my dad for being there with Christopher when I couldn't. That night after leaving the hospital, I got home and went to bed. I had a very vivid dream. So vivid it was almost real. In this dream, I walked into the special care nursery, where Christopher was, and saw a man from behind sitting in the rocking chair next to my son's isolet.
As I walked around to see who this man was visiting my son, I saw my dad sitting there in the chair holding little Christopher in his arms, with no tubes in him, no IV's, and no pain. My daddy looked up at me with a smile almost as if to say that I had done a good job. But I was terrified because I k new that the only way that Christopher would ever get to sit in his Grandpa's lap would be if the Lord took him from this world.
That same night I was awoke by a telephone call from the hospital telling me that my son had taken a turn for the worst during the night. I was terrified when I arrived at the hospital but when I saw Christopher a sort of peace came over me thinking back to my dream and how peaceful he was. That was when I knew it was time to say good-bye to him, for his time here was done. When we laid Christopher to rest, he was laid next to his Grandpa where he just seemed to belong. Now I have two beautiful daughters, and I like to believe that they too have two angels looking down on them.