My grandpa just passed away yesterday. 5/3/24 to be exact. He was a phenomenal man who was loved by so many, and will be missed entirely. Thankfully, we got to be at my Grandpa’s bedside to say goodbye as he departed to the other side. My aunt Brenda couldn’t be there until the next morning and unfortunately he passed away while she was on FaceTime. He fought as much as he could, but he was tired. It’s crazy how many people do not believe in the other side and that is okay. We are all entitled to our own beliefs. For me, I know God is real and so big because I have the best team of light to guide me including Him. The experiences I have experienced have been so phenomenal and bizarre all at once. Before my grandpa had this last surgery for a bowel obstruction, I had dreamt that my grandma was going to take him home with her. By home, I mean Heaven. I didn’t want to believe it and I brushed it off as just a dream, but deep down I anxiously worried about it everyday. I wasn’t going to not let it rest until he was back home to us where he belonged. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

As we were all saying our goodbyes by his bedside my aunt was on FaceTime with her daughter. She’s able to see things on the other side and said that my grandma’s hand was on his. This gave me comfort knowing she stayed with him and was there for him during his transition. I was sad that he had to leave, but I was at peace knowing she was there and that he was no longer suffering. My grandma died back in December of 2020. Just before that, my nephew was born in November. He was the bubbliest baby ever. My grandma’s team of light knew what they were doing when they sent us Jeremiah. He was what was going to get us through her loss and be our light. And he did just that. He is already 3 now. Time flies. As most of you know, I refer him as my son. Well, my son told my sister today (when we were cleaning up a bit of his belongings) that Welo (Grandpa) was coming today. We kind of just brushed it off because we thought he was confused. This next part is where it gets interesting. My son is only 3 and he told us a day before my grandpa passed that Welo (my grandpa) was going bye-bye. Then, my grandpa passed the next day (Friday). On the next evening (Saturday), my family decided to do a prayer in honor of him. At the end of it all my son told me that Welo was bye-bye with God. This little boy was sent to us by the grace of God because he is our light that pushes us along and keeps us going. The part that broke me was when Jeremiah was hugging me, and consoling me as I cried. As he was consoling me, he stares at the window and puts one hand on it and says Welo is here. He is outside. When I tell you I broke down I truly broke down.

And that my friends, is what my son was referring to earlier when he told my sister that Welo was coming. Because he did come and that made me happy to know he was there with us all. I thank Jeremiah for the amount of comfort he’s bringing me in this hard time. I love you my son!