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Great-Grandad Goes One Better
I continue the true "saga" of the spirit communication motivated by bonds of love between my father-in-law, George and his great-grandson, Andrew (my grandson whom I look after, as his mother Valentina is only 17).
Date: 7/16/2007 1:58:23 PM ( 17 y ) ... viewed 2014 times This afternoon Great-Grandad walked up to Andrew in the street. That wouldn't seem so strange if it weren't for the fact that Great-Grandad left the Earth in 1987.
Andrew and I had gone out to the Chemist to get some change of a 50-euro note, hoping to get a 10-euro note so that we could ask for the gas man to call with a new bottle of butane.
At the Chemist we didn't get quite the right change but we thought we could pay the gas man with a 20-euro note and ask him for change, so we set off home again.
On the way we passed a skip which contained amongst other things, a carrier bag of baby clothes. The people here in the Canary Islands are truly wonderful in many ways, and one of those ways is that if they have anything they no longer need but which is still serviceable, they will leave it near a skip or community bin so that passers-by can help themselves.
So there I was, with Andrew in his usual place strapped to my chest in the sling, sorting through the baby clothes looking for the ones that Andrew could use.
Behind us a door slammed as someone came out of one of the blocks of flats and into the street. I glanced to the side and saw the man who had slammed the door coming towards us with a brand-new 10-euro note in his outstretched hand. He must have taken one look at me, the baby and the skip and reached into his pocket without a second's hesitation.
As that 30-something man walked towards us, his kind face beaming with a radiant smile, the earth stopped spinning and a moment of eternity opened for the three of us. Everything started happening simultaneously instead of one thing after another. A voice was shouting in my head, "Deborah, don't be a heel. Tell the man the truth - you've got a steady job and if you rummage through rubbish, you don't do it because you're poor".
At the same time I was scanning the young man's face with the utmost earnestness and overlaying it on top of Great-Grandad's face held within my memory banks, to see if the two matched.
I recognized that there was no match. But I was still convinced that this was Great-Grandfather walking towards Andrew, giving a gift to his great-grandchild, because it was so characteristic of what he has done many times since he "died". I smiled broadly, held out my hand, took the note and said a heartfelt "thank you".
Andrew and I went home and I put the banknote in the place where I keep the money for the gas man, then I set the alarm on my mobile to call in the morning for a delivery.
Although in that Moment of Eternity I thought that Great-Grandad had materialized himself to give us the money for the gas, I had to recognize that the young man in the street was different from Great-Grandad, as there was no match in physical features.
And yet I know that what I thought in that moment was right, and that the young man had come as Great-Grandad's emissary – as if Great-Grandad had come in person – because in the entire cosmos ...
There Is Only One of Us. :-)
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