My 4 year old grandson, Rylan. (Gigi’s photo, taken on June 14, 2014)
Friday night, I had a scary experience. I had gone to bed and was sleeping on my right side. When I turned to lie on my back, I experienced excruciating pain. My whole chest felt like it was on fire and I could hardly breathe due to a heavy pressure on my chest. I thought I was having a heart attack.
I considered calling 911, but realized that nobody was home to answer the door, as David had gone to the gym. I was in no shape to get out of bed, and I believed I was going to die.
Die alone! At age 68. I was filled with sorrow.
I thought of my four year old grandson and regretted that I would not be present at his wedding. I wondered who he would choose as his spouse, one of the most important choices a man would ever make in his life.
I remembered the cute conversations I’d had with him during the times I babysat.
I wept quietly.
But, my great and enduring love for my sweet grandson brought me peace. As I lay there, I felt all of my worries subside and so did my chest pain.
Though this whole experience lasted about fifteen minutes, it seemed like an eternity. After the pain disappeared, I fell asleep and woke up six hours later, feeling refreshed and perfectly normal.
Did my grandson save my life? Who knows?
Never underestimate the power of love.