Our Guardian Angel

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Story type: Angel
Location: Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
Source: Form Submission

I lost my Pupa (my mother's father) to lung cancer when I was 8. My mother and I were very close to him. At that time the hospital would not allow me in his room to say my final goodbye but I was able to see him via close-circuit monitor. I was very upset. The one thing I always remember about him was the smell of his cigars. Two days after he passed away I was in my room asleep. It was late at night and the lights from the front porch penetrated my window. Suddenly my eyes opened and I felt a peacefulness. The room was very foggy and I could barely see the shadow of a figure at my bedroom door. I did not feel frightened. Then I smelled his cigar smoke and knew that it was my Pupa coming to see me one last time and to let me know that he was ok. The next morning I went into the kitchen for breakfast and my Mom said to me "your Pupa visited me last night, I smelled his cigar smoke". To this day, I know that he watches over my family and I.