PopPop passed away very peacefully on Saturday afternoon, less than a week since I'd last been down there. My Gramma was there with him, and she said the last thing he said to her was "Can you please turn the fan on?" Interesting.
DH and I of course went straight down there to be with my Gramma. We came home yesterday evening, and I had an interesting experience.
When my PopPop and I last spoke, we made a little deal. I promised him that I would look after Gramma if, when he passed, when he saw my mother, he would tell her I said hello and that I loved her. It was a deal - happily when I last spoke with him he was still pretty mentally sharp, so that was good.
Anyway, on that last trip I had brought a whole bunch of pictures in my suitcase in preparation for things. Last night, DH emptied the suitcase and put the unzipped, empty suitcase up on a small chair. Eliza, for some reason, couldn't resist the suitcase, and kept pawing and yanking at it, finally bringing the whole thing down crashing on her. She wasn't hurt, but when I got the suitcase and brought it right side up, a picture slipped out of the pocket.
It was a picture of my mother on her 30th birthday, about a month before she died, and my PopPop was right behind her.
I took it as a sign that he had fulfilled his promise to me. Thanks PopPop!
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Wow, that's really a neat sign. Life is kind of bizarre that way.
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