I'm typing this on my phone, so please forgive any mistakes and formatting.

My grandmother on my mom's side is dying. We've known she was for a long time, she has severe COPD (Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, ya get breathing problems and poor airflow) and is on 24/7 oxygen flow. She's 68 years old. For a little back story: My mom, Gramma and I never really had a close relationship. But, this last year, we talked everything out and got closer. Last week, she couldn't move without falling. Turns out that, on top of the lungs, the tissue in her legs are dying. With that happening, she won't be alive much longer, no matter what they do. Also, my father died in 2017 suddenly from internal bleeding from a hole in his upper GI (side note, make sure you look up the side effects of pain meds). He was only 50 years old.

Now, onto the thing that happened. So, my mom and I were in the hospital to visit my grandma. She's gotten a lot worse and probably won't be around much longer. We kissed her forehead, told her how much we loved her, then headed home. The drive to/from the hospital from where I live is about 30-45 minutes, so Mom and I passed the time by talking. We were just chatting needlessly when I felt a gentle tug on my sweater. It was so gentle that I thought it was the wind for a minute. I asked mom if she felt the wind, and she just smiled, shook her head. We got back to talking when she told me a few things. One of them being that the "wind" was actually my Daddy (what I've always called my father) letting me know he was there and that it would be okay. I don't think I cried as much that night in bed than since last year. I miss him so much, and even when I don't know he's there, he's still protecting me and loving me.