and I lived with my grandparents from the time I was two until
I was four years old. I am the oldest of their nine grandchildren,
so I was very close to both of them. My Pop was a man of few
words, so when he spoke, YOU LISTENED! He would give huge
bear hugs. They were so intense they took my breath away.
I remember having to brace myself when I knew one was coming.
He passed away when I was thirteen. Hormonal and grieving,
I did not take it very well.
that year, on Christmas day, I was riding in the car with
my Dad. It was snowing lightly. I looked up into the sky and
thought about how beautiful life is, and thought of my Pop.
Right then, I physically felt arms around me, hugging tightly
-- very tightly. It was the last bear hug he gave me, even
though it was several months after he passed on. An overwhelming
sense of love washed over me and I knew he was there with
was the exact same feeling as when I was a little kid and
he hugged me. I felt it through my upper body, chest and shoulders.
Like an elephant on my chest, it literally took my breath
for a second. I could feel my arms squeeze into my ribs. Along
with all the physical pressure, there was an overwhelming
feeling of pure unconditional love that entered my heart and
spread outward to my fingers, toes and head. It felt like
mild tingles. Although it lasted only two seconds in "time,"
I got a taste of eternity. I know in my spirit that that "hug"
was God's/Pop's unconditional, never-ending love for me.
twelve years ago, and to this day there is not an ounce of
doubt in my mind that it was real. That moment influenced
my views on life and God immeasurably. My Granny (his wife)
passed just last spring and I regularly feel her presence
as well. I miss being able to go see them, but I know they
are with me, guiding me along this journey.