05-02-2007, 03:57 PM | #16 |
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My grandfather was like a Dad to me. He passed in 2001, but the night before he passed, he reached his hands up into the air and and said, "Hi Dorothy, I'm ready, let's go home."
Everyone puzzled over who Dorothy was for a long time. No one wanted to ask my grandmother because they were scared Dorothy was an old flame or something. Finally, someone mentioned it to her... her reply? Dorothy was his 2 year old sister who died a few months before he was born. He had never met her, but he grew up knowing that his big sister Dorothy was watching over him. And he finally got to meet her that day. |
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