My grandfather was my best friend when I was younger. I love baseball, and he always took me to games every other weekend during the summer. He always picked me up from school everyday and on Fridays he would take me to the store to get some candy before heading home. He would always call it my "TGIF treat". My dad was in prison at the time and my mom worked, so my grandfather and my grandmother pretty much raised me. My grandfather was my partner in crime, that's what my grandmother always called him. I called him Papa, and I loved him very much.
Well, in 2004 on April 22, just 17 days after my 11th birthday, he passed away from Lou Gehrig's Disease after fighting it for about 9 months. It tore me up. I cried for two weeks before I could finally accept that he was gone. I remember him telling me a few weeks before he died that even though he wouldn't be on this Earth forever, he would still always be with me and watching out for me.
About 3 months later I was lying on the couch, and I had had a terrible stomach flu for two days and I just felt horrible. I remember being alone at the time, and I heard someone whisper "Get better, Hannah". I knew I had a fever and I didn't know if I was just imagining things or what. So I just brushed it off. Well, a few minutes later the picture of me and my grandfather that was sitting on the livingroom table just a few feet away from me toppled over and fell on the carpet. I didn't really think anything of it so I just got up and put it back on the table. I started to feel dizzy and queasy so I ran to bathroom. When I came back, the same picture was lying on the floor again. So I just went over to pick it up again, and when I picked it up I started to get a warm, sweet feeling and I heard someone whisper in my ear "Papa loves you".
At that moment, I knew I wasn't imagining things anymore. My grandfather told me he would always be with me so I knew it was him that was there with me, and he must have known I was sick. I just said out loud "I love you too, Papa". I know he heard me because a comforting feeling came over me, and a couple of hours later I felt much better. I wasn't sick anymore.