My dad passed away last week after a very long battle with Alzheimer's Disease. It was very much for the best, as he'd been suffering for at least 10 years. A friend said to me that he was able to go because my sister and I had both been recently blessed with the babies we'd tried so hard and so long to have. I actually had a feeling when I had B that it would finally be his time to leave us. Little did I know how true that would be just 10 weeks later. It makes me very sad that my father had three grandchildren that he not even never met, but never even knew he had.
The last three nights while I was feeding B in the middle of the night, she suddenly went from very sleepy to wide awake, turning her head up and to the left, eyes looking towards the ceiling, and began to giggle. The giggling went on for minutes at a time. I hadn't said it out loud to anyone, but I've been thinking that it's my dad looking down at her and making her laugh. I mentioned it to the husband last night and he said "she's talking to ghosts." Then I mentioned it to my mom today and she said that she was looking at ghosts. I'm sure they're both thinking the same as me.