My grandparents (on my dad's side), were not really religious, they were more spiritual. They had their own personal beliefs but pretty much kept them to themselves. Neither one of them would preach their beliefs to anyone. While my grandfather was a Catholic, he never really talked about his religion or his beliefs. He also did not attend church, at least not that I know of.
Both of my grandparents believed in a heaven, a life after death if you will. They also were the type of people that put their faith into God. While they experienced heartache and the tragic loss of loved ones, they never wavered in the belief that all things happen for a reason. They would readily admit that they did not know why one experiences certain things, but they believed without a doubt that it was all part of a bigger plan, that only God knows.
In 1945, my grandma gave birth to their third child. As my grandmother would say, she gave birth to a "beautiful little boy" that they named Wayne. My grandparents already had two children. A son and a daughter. Both of their first two children were "big, healthy babies" as my grandma would say. In fact all of her babies were "big babies". But Wayne, while beautiful and a big baby, was not perfectly healthy. He was born with spina bifida. As my grandma often said, "to look at him he was beautiful, he looked perfect, all except for the tiny little opening at the base of his spine."
He only lived for a few weeks, and I can not imagine the tragic loss or the heartache they experienced when he died. My grandmother said that a few days after he died, she would hear a baby crying. She could never locate the source of where it was coming from or why she was hearing it. She admitted that she truly thought she was losing her mind and going crazy from losing her baby.
After a few weeks of experiencing this, hearing this crying at times; at my grandfathers' urging, my grandma went to the church to light a candle for her baby boy's spirit. While at the church, she ended up speaking with a older nun about her experience.
Apparently the nun told my grandma that sometimes spirits will linger because their loved one is having difficulty with their loss. She told my grandma to light a candle for him and pray for him that he may be free and move on. My grandma said she did just that. She apparently prayed like she had never prayed before in her life and told her son that she loved him and would miss him, but she told him to move on so that he could be with God and be happy. She told him she wanted him to be at peace.
My grandma said that while she was praying and talking to her baby in the church that day, she was overcome with an unbelievable calmness and inner peace that she had never experienced before in her entire life.
She went home and said that she never heard the crying of a baby again.
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