Visits from Heaven

My Papaw, the only grandfather I had the pleasure of knowing, went to heaven 4 years ago.  He was a special man.  There is a special love that a grandparent shares with a grandchild.  It's different from any other family bond.  My Papaw loved me.  I know that fact well.  He made sure that I knew it!  He spoiled us every way he knew how.  He & Mammaw would let us play in their frame shop.  My baby sister got to drink out of a bottle that hid on top of their refrigerator until she was 3 years old.  He would always take us to McDonalds and never made us eat before we played.  He took great care of his yard, cutting it at least once a week, but during the summer, he would set up the sprinklers and let us play for hours, making muddy spots all in the yard.   When he hugged me, he squeezed tight and almost under his breath, he would say, "Oh, I love you so very much."  Every time he hugged me, every single time.

Recently, I had a pleasant visit in the middle of the night.  I had a lovely dream of him.  It was in present time, which made his visit so wonderful.  He told me how beautiful I looked with my big, pregnant belly.  My whole family was sitting around his table in the kitchen talking (like we often do).   My uncles, cousins, sisters, MY BABY were all there.  It was loud, everyone laughing.  We sat there for what felt like all afternoon.

Then I woke up.  I woke up happy, excited that I got to spend time with him again.  Those type dreams are few & far between, but I feel like he came right down from heaven just to visit with me.  I rejoice in the fact that one day we'll be together again.  Once again, I felt his love.

Mammaw & Papaw with some of their grands

 The whole gang

What a sweet love

Me & my Papaw

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