I promised to share the AMAZING story about how Gracie knows her daddy. As I have said before, Gracie was only 15 months when my husband passed away. My last picture taken of Ryan was with her. They were walking hand and hand in our back yard the day before (she was 15 months that day). I knew, and it killed me inside, that this little baby would never have the pleasure of remembering this wonderful man who would have done anything in his power to protect her. The man who she had wrapped around her little fingers would never be remembered. I remember speaking of this pain at Ryan’s memorial service and I promised him that she would grow up to know her daddy. But this AMAZING thing began to happen and thanks to this, Gracie “knows” her daddy.
One afternoon I had put Gracie upstairs for a nap. My other children were at outside playing. I was straightening up and on the monitor I kept hearing Gracie giggle over and over. I was starting to get frustrated because I needed her to sleep and knew she was tired. I let her go. The giggling continued and then I heard her say “Dada”. My heart stopped. I froze. She said it again, “Dada” and just was giggling her little heart out. So I took a deep breathe and went upstairs to her room. There Gracie was standing in her crib as happy as could me. I looked at her and told her she had to lay down and go “night-night.” She turned and started giggling to the right- side of me. Then she looked at me and said “Dada”. I was shaking. Why is she saying “dada” and giggling over and over. Something told me to ask. I know I sound like I lost my mind but I had to ask. I looked at her and said “Is Dada here?” and she smiled the biggest and brightest smile and again looked to the right of me. Of course I saw nothing. I didn’t sense him (I had a few times). I couldn’t believe I was talking to my little girl and asking about her dead father. Again, I came right out and asked, “Is Dada here?” and she shook her head yes. I was about to lose it. I took a deep breathe and asked, “Gracie, where is Dada?” and she pointed to my right side. I asked a few more times and each time she would point to the same spot and smile. So officially, losing my mind, I asked if I should tickle him. She shook her head yes. I turned to my right and began to tickle the area where she kept pointing to. Gracie began hysterically laughing! I asked her, “Is Daddy laughing at Mommy?” and again she acknowledged with with a nod and looked once again to the same spot. So I did what any sane mom would do and I simply said, “Daddy, Gracie needs to take a nap. You need to let her sleep.” I watched Gracie look and then she laid down and went to sleep. I ran into my room and sobbed! I was blown away at what had just happened and tried to understand how and why could Gracie see him? Why couldn’t I see or talk to him?
This was the only time that I was ever with her when something like this happened. As she got older, Gracie would tell us stories of how her and daddy went on walks. She was VERY descriptive. She would use words that he would say. She told many stories of the adventures (yes she used the word adventures) they would go on. The stories were very similar to things my husband had done with my older children. Gracie is very clear that it is at night. She has described his house and her bedroom in heaven as well as saying that he is with his brother (yes my in laws have loss 2 of their 3 children) who passed away from an illness when we were 20 years old. This was extremely comforting to my mother-in-law as you can imagine.
My older children as well as myself, have not had any dreams of my husband. Ella and Hunter would just sit and listen as Gracie would tell us about what her and daddy did or things daddy liked. Later in reading articles about people who have experienced the same things as Gracie, I learned how our deceased loved ones are able to come to children, especially young children, because their hearts/minds are more open. I had all this confirmed by a medium (a whole other post). She confirmed the events of that afternoon as well as many others I was not aware of. Ryan had come to Gracie on several occasions since his passing. According to her, he is with me all the time but because I am so distraught, I am not able to see him or hear him. We have several photos where there are orbs. My children will see them and say “oh there’s daddy”.
Many are skeptical of crossing over and being in touched with loved ones who have passed on. I respect everyone’s views and I wasn’t sure of my feelings either until that afternoon. For me, I have enough “proof”. I am so happy that he has helped me with Gracie by coming to her and creating memories. I pray every night that he watches over us and keeps us safe. I talk to him and ask, sometimes beg, for him to let me know he is with me. And maybe I am still just too distraught to feel his presence, but I truly would love it. As my children are getting older, his memory is fading in their little minds. But I find it comforting that if they are open to it, he can come to them and help them remember. Children truly are magical.