A few weeks or less ago, I was visiting my mother and doing laundry. We sat at the kitchen table talking about whatever. Over time, I always talk to my mom about paranormal stuff and she seems to accept my interest.
She told me her story, that when I was a baby she was putting me into my crib and the mattress had to be titled slightly, as I had a hole in my heart and had surgery. Mom was getting me set up, tucking me in, while she was doing that she just watched me stare at a corner of my nursery and I was smiling. My mom stayed quiet and I seemed to just keep looking as if someone was talking to me or smiling back at me, at that moment it was like my mom wasn't in the room, because I was focused and was happy.
At that time 34 years ago I was 6 months old, I never got to meet my grandfather my father's dad. I was still in the hospital, my grandfather wanted to visit me, but they couldn't allow that as I was in intensive care also. He died the next day of a heart attack, and that day I was home, my mom put me to bed as I just mentioned above. She says it was my grandfather coming to visit me just one last time.
I know why now, he was upset that he wasn't able to see me before he passed. Now 34 years later, I am happy that he did, and I am happy my mom told me, gives me closure even if I never got to see him when he was alive. With that I was in tears and it wasn't pure sadness it was tears of joy. My mom had that in her memory all these years and she never told anyone except my grandmother; my mother's mom.
When she finished telling me, I went to switch laundry, I looked up and in hopes that he heard me say "Thank You, Grandpa for visiting me."