When I was 10 years old, my granddad passed away. I’ve never had a super close connection to him, but I do remember noticing, even at a young age, that he had a huge presence, which was intimidating for my little shy self. He was very well known around my hometown, Philadelphia, for his activism in the 1960s and 70s. Also, he was pretty popular across the country for his social work. He was so well loved by the community that I vaguely remember Philadelphia’s first poet laureate, Sonia Sanchez performing her signature spoken word at his funeral. Since then, I’ve thought about him sometimes, curious about his life and what he is up to on the other side. I’ve also talked to him while in prayer whenever a family problem occurred and I’d like to think he helped mend some brokenness in my extended family as a result. However, I never really knew if he was actually there for me until one magical night many years after his passing.
I was in my late twenties, going through the motions of life. On this particular night, I was extremely vulnerable and emotional, crying profusely and praying for a hug. After a long night, I went to bed and had a dream that I’ll never forget.
I was on a crowded bus with some people that I apparently knew but in real life, I didn’t know at all. There were many conversations happening around me but I was quiet, looking around, trying to figure out where I was exactly. Soon after, I got off the bus, unsure if it was the right stop. I realized my friends weren’t with me so it must’ve been the wrong one but I kept walking anyway down this winding road that led to the most beautiful pathway I’ve ever seen. It was kind of like a golden alleyway between two gorgeous buildings that were literally covered with flowers. The main photo in this blog post does not do it any justice but it’s the closest to what I could find. I mean the flowers were amazeballs! They were nothing like I’ve ever seen while on Earth and the colors were so vivid, even their hues were unnoticeable to my human self. Once I walked down this short magical pathway, I ended up at a mall in the basement lobby area. It actually reminded me of an actual mall in Philly, The Liberty Place. When I opened the door, I was greeted by one of my older co-workers who I actually do know in this life. We made a little small talk and then in mid-conversation, I looked over to see my granddad.
He had on a long black trench coat and I believe he had on a matching top hat as well if I remember correctly. I wish I could fully articulate how I felt when I saw him. I guess the closest I could compare it to is when you are a kid and you think you are not getting any Christmas presents but then you come down on Christmas day and you see all the gifts you wanted for the holidays. It was like that times ten. My heart was filled with so much love and I was just so damn excited to see him after so many years. I went right back to my 10-year-old self and said “Granddad!!!” and immediately hugged him.
It was the warmest hug ever.
After our lovely embrace, he joked about how young he looked compared to the last time I saw him. I must admit – my granddad was looking good out here in these heavenly streets. He was slimmer, had darker hair and lost all his wrinkles from the last time I saw him, similar to the picture on the left. We both laughed at his funny joke and then suddenly, I woke up.
With my eyes barely open, my mind began to race with happy thoughts and I felt much better than I did the night before. I truly believe my granddad made a special visit to give me what I prayed for – a hug and I am so thankful for the love he showed when I needed it the most. So I am sharing this story to let you know that the power of prayer is real and you never know who could be listening to answer it for you.
Now, I am curious if any of you guys have had similar supernatural/spiritual experiences like mines. If so, please share! I love reading stories like these.