Yesterday was the three year anniversary of the day my grandfather died. I didn't mean to forget, I've just been having the week from hell. Sorry Grandpa.
The last time I saw him we talked about guardian angels. It was a very unusual conversation. I think if I ever get to fulfull my dream of going on Crossing Over with
John Edward (not to be confused with Democratic presidential candidate John Edwards, who, as far as I know, doesn't talk to the dead), there are two things he could tell me that would make me know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was receiving communications from my grandparents. I'm not going to announce them though, just in case John is reading.