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My Grandpa's name was Fred. He was my best friend.

The relationship I had with my Grandpa was similar to the relationship he had with his own mother: anything and everything was up for discussion.

They would often discuss the idea of heaven and life after death and the two had come to an agreement on the subject; whosoever left this plane first would somehow return to let the other know that there was indeed a life after. Many years later his mother died ... but she never returned to fulfill their agreement and so my Grandpa was left unsure about the prospects of an afterlife. Sadly as time went on, his uncertainty morphed into doubt.

On December 17, 2007, my Grandpa was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was devastated. Why was this happening to him? I prayed everyday asking God to spare him…

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  • Joined March 5, 2009

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About

My Grandpa's name was Fred. He was my best friend.

The relationship I had with my Grandpa was similar to the relationship he had with his own mother: anything and everything was up for discussion.

They would often discuss the idea of heaven and life after death and the two had come to an agreement on the subject; whosoever left this plane first would somehow return to let the other know that there was indeed a life after. Many years later his mother died ... but she never returned to fulfill their agreement and so my Grandpa was left unsure about the prospects of an afterlife. Sadly as time went on, his uncertainty morphed into doubt.

On December 17, 2007, my Grandpa was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was devastated. Why was this happening to him? I prayed everyday asking God to spare him.

I moved back home for as long as I could to help my family care for him. When I couldn't be there I wrote him letters that told him how much I loved him, how he saved my life, and all of the things I remembered us doing together. I told him that I wasn't ready for him to leave, but if he had to go, to visit me... everyday if he could... because I didn't know how I was going to get through the rest of my life without him.

He died April 30, 2008.

Two nights after he passed I had a dream. I was in the doorway to a bedroom in my Grandparent's house and saw my Grandpa. He was lying on the bed on his right side. It was the room in which he stored all of his old keepsakes, his room; I stood in the doorway, staring at him in complete disbelief. In an attempt to further confirm my doubt, I decided to reach out and try to touch him. As I was moving forward, I told myself, "If he's warm, it's really him." So I did...and he was.

I began to cry and as I cried he smiled at me, pointed up to a crucifix which hangs above every bed in their house, and said, "He's real!"

I woke up crying. I didn't tell anyone about the dream for weeks. The strength of the experience left me with no doubt as to what he was telling me, but because the information would be coming through me, I was afraid some would not believe.

The name is for my Grandpa. For everything he did for my family and me. For the answer he prayed for his entire life... and for making sure he shared it with me.

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