A Visit from Grandpa
My daughter had just had her 4 year-old injections for Meals, Mumps, Rubela, and the polio vaccine. I was worried because for the past 2 days she suffering from bad chills, an upset stomach, and late on the second day after receiving the injections she got four big red splotches on her back, right down the center of her spine. They were sore to the touch and she would cry out when I touched them. I called the doctor and he said it was okay as long as she wasn't feverish. By dinner time of the second day my child had lost her appetite, so I was very worried.
My husband came home from work and poured himself a glass of milk, leaving the milk out on the kitchen counter. I was right there so I put it back in the refrigerator as we discussed what to do about dinner. Our daughter asked for some milk so he got it out again and poured her a cup. I watched as he put the milk back in the refrigerator. Then he sat back down at the kitchen table to me as we discussed what to do about dinner. I got up to get my purse so I could give him some cash as we had settled on Kentucky Fried Chicken (I love their honey bbq wings!). My back was towards the refrigerator and that particular kitchen counter for about 2 minutes as I reached into my purse, took my wallet out, counted out some money, all the while being distracted by our daughter who was complaining about those splotches on her back hurting her. I never had the refrigerator in view during this time, but it was only for 2 minutes.
I handed my husband the money and he left to get us dinner. As I turned around I was shocked to see the gallon of milk back out on the kitchen counter when I knew without ANY doubt that it had been put back in the refrigerator!
I must have stood there eye-balling that gallon of milk for a good minute or two, maybe even three. My mind went over the recent events repeatedly as I tried to find a logical explanation as to how the milk had gotten back out on the counter. But, try as I might, I remembered the sequence of events the same way each time, and each time the milk had ended up being placed back in the refrigerator. I was amazed that the milk could come back out of the refrigerator behind my back and less than three feet from where I was standing without me hearing or noticing anything. Our daughter had been focused on me, so her back was also to the refrigerator and my husband had been looking over at the TV, totally mesmerized. So he didn't see anything, either.
I realized at that point that I had a ghost in my kitchen. I centered myself, called in protection and asked who was there. I received an image of my grandpa who had passed away on Columbus Day in 1979 when I was 16 years old. I had loved him dearly, but hadn't been able to see him the last 5 years of his life as he had retired to San Antonio, Texas and I was still living in northern Illinois where I grew up. In the vision he smiled and pointed. He was pointing right at my child. She could not see him so the vision was meant only for me. I asked Grandpa what he wanted and although his lips never moved I heard his voice in my head. He said he and others were around to keep an eye on my daughter. He told me not to worry, that all the symptoms she was currently suffering from were normal, even the red splotches. He also promised that those red splotches and all of her other symptoms would be gone by bedtime. He concluded by telling me I never have to worry about her again because she is under some very strong protection. And with that, the vision ended.
At bedtime I checked my daughter's back one more time. She had returned back to her playful, happy self. I was amazed to see that every single red splotch was now completely gone, just like Grandpa had told me! I thanked Grandpa and put my child to bed, feeling much better about her and very thankful that kind spirits like Grandpa are watching over my little girl.
It is wonderful how our departed loved ones. Just because they are no longer here doesn't mean that they no longer love us. They are still interested in our lives and are still concerned about what happens to us. In difficult times it helps me to know that Grandpa is always there.
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