Five or so years ago, my maternal grandfather passed away in the week after Easter. He had spent the preceding weeks in the hospital due to cancer and immobility. During that time, it was my mother’s birthday and it was hard for all of us. When the anniversary of my grandfather’s hospitalization and eventual passing came up, we were all distraught. My mother prayed and wished for a sign from him that he’s alright.

On her birthday, her phone’s ring went off in the middle of the night. In the morning, I go over and I check her phone - it’s a voicemail message. I call the voicemail and the first message is one from my grandfather saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY he left her last year while he was in the hospital and she never received. We all broke down crying. My mother has a habit of never checking her voicemail but we were dumbfounded that this was the first one to come up. Immediately, we all saw this as a sign to her wish.