Journaling really explains it all: I don’t know how you knew, but you did. We had just left your cousin Katey’s play which was held at St. John’s Methodist Church in Keyport. There is a cemetary next door to the church, Shoreland Memorial Gardens. You said I miss Grandma Rogers (Daddy’s mother who died before you were born). You didn’t know that she was buried in that cemetary that was right next to us. You got very excited when I told you. You wanted to go to her grave so you could “see” her.. We looked and looked but could not find it where we thought it was supposed to be. You were not happy until I called Daddy and he promised to bring you the following week. All your life you’ve talked about Grandma Roger.s whom you’ve never met. Could we be wrong? Maybe you have met her in a place we have yet to see. Maybe she held you gently in her arms until it was time to release you to us. Maybe she kissed you softly on the cheek with tears in her eyes regre,tting that she had to let you go but knowing that you would be loved? Could it be?