22 years ago, to this day, this morning, my grandmother passed away in front of my very eyes. I cannot quote an exact time, but it seems like it happened sometime between 10am and noon, and the coroner came out to take her away sometime between 1 and 2. I know I've spoken on this before, but given my newfound awareness towards my ancestry, today it seems even more pronounced. I was perfectly happy, sleeping, and the phone rang. I saw that it was mom calling, so I answered the phone. All I heard on the other end of the line was a rhythmic swish sound. I couldn't tell for sure if it was just a bad connection as sometimes happens with cellphones, or what, so I hung up and called her back. She sounded surprised that I would call, and I explained what happened, and she said "that's odd, my keypad was locked". This occurred at 10:38 am. We can't figure out how it is that a locked keypad can dial. I was doing some other things just a little bit ago, and it flashed today's date on the screen, at which point I realized it's the anniversary of her death. As soon as that thought processed, I thought back to the phonecall and checked the caller ID.
Now, to most people, this would just be a minor coincidence. But the world I live in, there are signs and omens and signals of things. I live in a world where I believe that the spirits of our loved ones will find a way to communicate, even if they've "crossed over" to wherever you go after you die (if such a place exists), if for no other reason than to say "I'm still here, and I love you". So...you can just imagine the chills I've got in just writing this. No, not afraid chills, but chills at the knowledge that maybe I'm right. Maybe this is real, maybe it really happened. Maybe...just maybe.