When I was a little girl, my Grandpa was my favorite person. We were extremely close. I was the sun that man's earth revolved around. I should tell you some back ground information before I tell you the main part of the story so that it makes sense.
When I was a child my Grandpa always called me Dutchie. I had a severe speech problem, which made it really difficult to understand me when I talked. Grandpa told my mom one day: "I can't understand a word she is saying. She might as well be a little Dutch girl." That kind of stuck with me and from then on, he called me Dutchie (short for little Dutch girl). Also... My mom moved us to WV when I was very little so I was raised there but I would spend the summers in Ohio with my Dad. Grandpa also lived in Ohio and he was a huge baseball fan. Columbus has a minor league baseball team called the Columbus Clippers. Grandpa would pick me up from Dad's and take me to every single home game the Clippers played. So Grandpa and me spent a lot of time at Cooper Stadium watching the Clippers. And the last piece of information that would be helpful is my son, CJ. He was born when I was 18 and Grandpa died when I was 19, CJ was only 10 months old and does not remember him but CJ was Grandpa's pride and joy. Grandpa loved him sooooo much and it really saddened me that he only saw him one time, two weeks before he died.
Ok, so now on with the main part that I want to share with everyone...
My mom moved back to Ohio when I was only 20 years old but me and my son stayed in WV. I liked it there but we would visit mom a lot, especially in the summer. When my son was 5 and we were visiting mom we went to a Clippers game at the stadium that Grandpa used to take me to. I was waiting in line for food and my son took off running. I left the counter and went after him but I lost sight of him in the crowd. In less than a minute I saw him again. I saw him walking toward me with his right arm in the air like he was holding the hand of an adult but nobody was there beside him. I picked him up and hugged him and asked if his arm was ok and he said yes and I asked him why he was holding it up. He said that he was holding his hand and he turned to point to someone but nobody was there. I asked whose hand and he said that he's not there. Again I asked whose hand, and my son said Grandpa Sam's. I think that Grandpa went to the game with us that day and he followed my son when he took off running and brought him back to me, safely.
When I was 26 I got married and when I was 27 we built a house together (I am 34 now). When we were moving in I was unpacking the master bathroom. Only me and husband were there. My son was at a friend's house. There was no music playing and the house was fairly quiet when I heard a man's voice coming from the master bedroom that said "Hey Dutchie". That's all he said. I walked in the bedroom and saw my husband in the living room and told him that I didn't think it is appropriate for him to call me that as only my Grandpa ever did. He had no idea what I was talking about. I told him and he said that I never told him about that nick name and when he said that I thought about it and did not remember ever telling him. This time I think that Grandpa just stopped by my new house to say hello.
These are the two most intense encounters I have had with Grandpa. But other things have happened also. When I am alone in the house I know that I am not actually alone. I smell cigar smoke (my Grandpa smoked cigars) and I do not allow smoking in my house. There have also been times when I have felt pressure around my body, almost like someone is hugging me, but nobody is there.
These things do not scare me at all. I am comfortable when these things happening and I feel at ease. I feel that he keeps me and my son safe. I think that he even saved my dogs life one time...I'll tell that story later.