fyrblondie

Thanksgiving day last year we went to our daughters house for dinner. After a great meal and spending most of the day with the grandkids my husband stated he was feeling bad and kinda hurting so he was going to go ahead and take his pain meds...after another hour or so i decided i would take him home and catch a nap before work...He was a little groggy so my son-in-law helped me walk him to the car. My 5 y/o granddaughter helped carry stuff out. We got home put him to bed and about 2 hrs later he was sitting on the bed with an altered LOC, cool and diaphoretic...We moved him to the living room checked his BGL and called for a unit i realised he was having another MI...5 minutes after they arrived he quit breathing and died at the local ED. When we sat down to tell my granddaughter that her Pop had died...She smiled and said i know the lady told me that she would take good care of him...I asked her what lady and she said the angel that helped us when we took him to the car. Over the next few days she said a few other things that leaves me to believe the small kids of the world see more than we ever will.