Calling Heaven: Reaching Our Lost Loved Ones

When my beloved uncle passed away in March, it struck me pretty hard, perhaps because March is not a good month for me. My mom passed away tragically in March of 1993, and now her older brother was gone as well. I took his death extremely hard, though I tried not to show it. I did my crying in the shower or behind closed doors so my kids wouldn't see. He had been sick for sometime, however, most of us weren't aware how bad it was.

I spent time with him the day before he passed, and it was nice. We didn't talk about much of anything;we mainly just sat, with our own thoughts. At his funeral, I wanted to share some of my fondest memories of him, and I tried very hard to do it without breaking down and losing it; it didn't work, I had to take a few breaks here and there to try to compose myself somewhat and move on. I managed to get through it. It was hard, but I did it, and it was a huge relief to be able to share some of my memories with others.

It was probably about a week after his death that my youngest daughter who is four decided that she was going to call Heaven to talk to her Grammy and her Uncle. I happened to be walking by her bedroom and could hear her talking to someone, so I opened the door slightly, and saw her sitting on the floor, with her little phone her Aunt had bought her. Her conversation went a little like this and only she knows what was on the other end though she did tell me what she heard.

Hello this is Tate, is Gammy Sue there? I really would like to talk to Gammy Sue. Mommy's been really upset lately and I know it would make her very happy to talk to Gammy. Is Uncle Sonny there? He should be. He left us a little while ago, maybe he'll be there later. I have to go now and make sure Mommy's OK. Can I call again? OK I'll talk to you again sometime, bye.

I didn't realize how much she wanted to ease the pain I was in. While listening into her conversation, I was so touched, and the tears started rolling, I couldn't stop them. When Tate realized I was there, she got up and walked over to me and hugged me as tight as her little arms could. She told me it was OK to be sad and it was OK to cry. How much I learned from my four-year-old that day, it certainly helped ease my sadness to know that my little one was looking out for me!
Tate calls Heaven usually once a week, the conversations are never long but to see her face light up when shes finished,fills me with so much joy inside ,it sometimes hurts to breathe. I usually know she's made the call because she'll come and hug me tight and tell me everything will be alright.