This image is from the visit I had from my grandmother, who passed away when I was less than a year old. She came to visit with me one night, about 4 or 5 yrs ago, & told me how proud she was of the father that I have become. She told me how beautiful & smart that the girls are, & how she was proud of how I had stepped up & raised the girls after the death of their mother. She told me to tell my mother, her daughter, that she loved her, & then again, told me how proud she is of me. Looking back, I feel like an idiot. I did not ask her of things to come, or any smart or logical question like, "how is this happening" or "how do you know these things", or anything of the sort. No, the only thing I said throughout this encounter was "these blackberry pastries are delicious!" I know, I know smh She then looked at me & said " I love you, lil Phil!" Phil was also my gpa, her husbands name. He passed away when my mother was but a yr. old. Sometime after this, I had finally decided to share this with my mother. Looking quite astonished, my mother then say's to me "Right after I had you, my mom was holding you & she said, Oh how I love my lil Phil!"