This was so interesting to me.
My grandma died when I was 8 or 9. I don't remember that much about her but I have always felt a really strong connection to her. I have always wished I had been able to have the kind of relationship I know I would have had with her if she hadn't died so young. My brother and I spent a lot of time at her house and our family was very close before she died. So many times I've wondered why I never feel like I get any signs from her. Many times when I felt alone I really needed to know that she was with me, watching over me while I was going through really hard times in my life. Truthfully, I don't remember very much specific about her though so I figured even if she had sent me signs, I wouldn't have known. I remember playing Candy Land with her. I remember when I would sleep over at their house she would make a bed for me on the floor of their bedroom. I remember what the building looked like where the business was that she and my grandpa had. I only remember that it's in the corner of a little plaza but I can't remember what street it's on.
The day I read that post from my friend I laid in bed that night and asked for her to come visit me in my dreams. I certainly know what she looked like. I woke up disappointed. Later that day I drove to Fairlawn to buy a new pair of tennis shoes from the New Balance store . It was snowing pretty hard and by accident I got in the turning lane for the street before the plaza and had to turn left too soon. And there it was. The little plaza were my grandparents business used to be. I didn't even know the name of the street I was on but I knew immediately that this was the sign I've been so desperate for for so many years. Especially the last 5 or so. She is with me. She misses me as much as I miss her. She loves me.
