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On February 5, 1998, my husband and I were anxiously awaiting the birth of our first child. It was also the day my mother, Andrea king, passed away. She had been living with cancer for more than two years, but she badly wanted to see her first grandchild.
We lived in different states with five hundred miles between us. Because I was nine months pregnant, my mother worried that if traveled something would happen to me or the baby.
The morning before she died, my mother must have known the end was near. She made the family promise not to let me drive down for the funeral .
Seven months after her death, we received the first of at least two visit from Mom. It was 3:30 in the morning. (Mom was a night Owl.) I had just gotten my son to sleep. I was lying in bed awake when I heard the front door open.
It was locked , but I heard no keys. Soon I heard my son’s bedroom door open. A short while later it closed. Then I heard a whispered, “Carla, I love you.”
I was frozen- the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. To this day I believe my mom came to see her grandson and to say goodbye to me because I was unable to come and say goodbye to her.
When our son Joey was two and a half, he was visited by my mother again. One morning he awoke with such excitement- a big smile and bright eyes. He ran to me, saying, “The lady said I was gonna get a baby sister.” It was all he talked about for days.
A few weeks passed and we forgot about it, until I was looking through an old photo album with Joey on my lap. He suddenly screeched, “That’s the lady. She said I was gonna get a baby sister.” I was shocked to see him pointing to a picture of my mom, whom he’d never heard about! Nothing more happened until the next spring, when we got our proof of survival with the birth of our second child; a beautiful baby girl.