This happened in January, 2003. My son "Jason," who was 1½ years old, was sick and sleeping with me. My grandfather had just recently passed away. It was about 2:20 in the morning when I heard my grandfather's distinct voice yell in my ear, "Wake up and check on Jason!" I shot up in bed and looked at my son. His head was under the pillow! When I removed the pillow, he let out a huge gasp for air.
I was totally stunned and very thankful that I woke up in time. God only knows what could have happened. I thanked my grandfather profusely and then went back to bed.
That wasn't the end of the story, though. The next morning I tried to pass it off like it didn't happen. I just couldn't shake the feeling, though, and decided to share what had happened with my father. I called him and preceded to tell him my story. He got very silent and said, "You need to call your grandmother." So, I did.
When my grandmother answered, the first thing she said to me was, "I'm so glad you called. I had the sweetest dream about Jason last night." I inquired and she continued, "He was standing beside my bed like a little angel. I could see him clear as day (she was blind) smiling at me." When I asked her what time it was, she told me it was at around 2:20!
I have no doubt in my mind that my son was visiting her to get help. And I have no doubt my grandfather came to the rescue that night. Thanks, Gramps!
