My daughter was three years old, and we both had just moved into a new house. It was January and a typical cold, gray morning for our section of the northeastern section of the U.S. Actually it was on January 19, I remebered that because my mother had died 6 years before, and it was her birthdate. I had never talked about my mother to my daughter and she had never met her. I thought when she got older I would tell her about her fun loving grandmother. I was busy unpacking in the kitchen, and my daughter was having a tea party by herself, so I assume. I heard her talking and chattering to someone, but it wasn't the usual child's chatter, but an actual conversation with someone. She would ask a question and wait or listen for the response. I quietly listen behind the door, and to my amazement, she was talking to my mother. She was asking questions about how I behave when I was alittle girl. Bringing up situations that my mother or I only knew. I walked into the room, and asked my daughter who was she talking to? She said "her Nanna", and "today's her birthday". She was planning a special tea party with cake, and cookies and tea. The room had a warm feeling to it, like a beam of sunshine was shining in, which was odd, because all the other rooms were cool and it was overcast outside. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I allowed my daughter to continue her game, even providing the cookies and tea. How it changed my life:I now truely believe that those we love, who past on to the other side, are always with us, guiding, loving and protecting us against harm.
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