I speak to dead people…
|Gramps with my dad (right), me (left), and my two boys
This morning I spoke to my grandfather, Gramps, who passed away in the early morning hours.
|This was the sun shining on the
beach the day Gramps passed.
“Gramps” in my book…laughing with us as we ate lunch, raving over Gram’s homemade relish, and giggling as Gram had to yell in Gramp’s ear 13 times because he couldn’t hear a word she said…
|Our rainbow rocks marked with the
qualities of God that Gramps was in
his physical life and that he is
now as our soul angel.
them the qualities of God that Gramps embodied in his human life and now as our soulful angel:
|Each of us honored Gramps in our own way before
throwing our rocks.
too, are imbued with, then Gramp’s is still blessing someone with his presence in the rainbow rocks.