48. Elevator To Heaven
My granddad passed when I was seven, but, per his own words, I was his absolute favorite—partially because I am the splitting image of his mother, even into adulthood. When I was 21, I was set to give birth to my first son. I was about to get into the elevator to L&D when a man came in saying that he was a volunteer and he’d help me and my husband find our way.
The elevator was very slow for some reason, but we spent the time talking about what a blessing children are and how they grow up so fast. Here’s the thing: he looked and sounded exactly like my grandad—same stature, same blue-grey eyes, same faint Scottish-Canadian accent, same khakis, checked shirt, and sky blue cardigan.
Even spookier is that the nurses said they don’t have any older male volunteers in that particular building. I don’t really believe in ghosts, but I am absolutely certain granddad paid me a visit that night.