I have spoken extensively of my Grandfather, since his passing on October 1st, 2007.  As many people here know I was very close to my grandfather. 

I have always been fascinated by peoples accounts of seeing loved ones after they had passed away, I wondered what I would feel if I were to see Grandpa Tom now.

Last Wednesday, I was admitted into hospital for a laparoscopic Cystectomy.  I have had a lifelong fear of needles, and hospitals in general.

Strangely I was calm going into theatre seven and they administered the required medications to put me under so they could perform the operation.

The operation was to be more complicated as they found a growth in the ovary and removed both the ovary and the growth along with the cyst.

As I woke in recovery I could feel a pressure on my shoulder.  Nothing heavy or oppressive, but calm and comforting.  Looking to my left the nurse was there and offered me  a sip of water.  She left to call my family and let them know I was conscious.  I looked up and there stood by my shoulder with his hand on my shoulder with a smile on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes was Grandpa Tom..  Not the frail old man that passed away in October 2007 but the strong bulldog of a man  who waited for us to run the last 200 yards home.  He was telling me as he always had that I would be ok.