Comfort from the Grave
When my husband and I lived in our first home, we had several unexplained events. When our son was only a month old, I lost my favorite grandfather in a car accident. After that, strange things started to occur; for example, our dog would go to a corner by the wall and jump straight in the air repeatedly barking at thin air, and sometimes our son would jabber and laugh like someone was playing with him when there was no one there.
Unfortunately, we lost several family members over the next two years. One of those was my daughter's grandmother on her father's side. My husband was working that evening, and we decided that it would be best for her to be with her father's side of the family when she was told. I sat in my room crying, wondering how to tell my baby she had lost someone else she loved. At that moment, there was a hand on my shoulder. The feeling was so real and unexpected that I assumed my husband had come home from work early. When I turned I was alone in the room. The next morning, my daughter came to me. She said, "Momma, what’s wrong." When I tried to avoid answering, she stated, "I know something is wrong … PaPa was here and he wouldn’t leave me all night."
I understood then that I need not have worried, because the people we loved were still comforting us from beyond.