My mother's father always seemed to leave a cupboard door open. It was his thing. We all have quirks, this was one of his. We tend to joke about it, if you walk into a kitchen and a cupboard door is open, perhaps Grampa Gillis has been here - he's been gone 20 years or so now but the comment never gets old. :-)
Once Jason moved in, Grampa Gillis has been here a lot. There always seemed to be a stray cupboard door left open and it took J awhile to figure out that's what the problem was when I commented "Ohhhh, Grampa Gillis has been here."
Nanny Gillis died when I was about 16. She had been sick for about 12 years before she died so all my memories of her are with her in her wheelchair unable to speak. I always felt a connection with her, a kinship perhaps. A few years ago I visited a psychic. I'm a "sort of" believer - some things they're able to tell you are just so true. The psychic I visited told me I had a guardian angel - she was mom's mother, sitting in a wheelchair, with an afghan over her lap and she was holding a dog. I cried; I knew that if I did indeed have a guardian angel that it would be my mother's mother. I've always felt that way, I could just feel her with me.
Yesterday morning, as Jason and I were preparing to leave for the hospital I looked into the kitchen and the cupboard door was open. I turned to Jason to say the inevitable "Ohhhh, Grampa Gillis has been here" when I realized it was a sign that they were both here with me in spirit. I was immediately comforted knowing that no matter what happened, I would not be alone on this very important day.