I can't believe the clock is going off so early. It was a long night. This was just one of many nights that I had fallen asleep reading grandma's journal. I was fortunate enough to have the first one. I had just been glued to it since I brought it home last week. There were many interesting things in the journal. It helped me understand grandma and our family a little better. Grandma was a very spiritual and sensitive person and she recorded her feelings about things as well as the details of the event. I did not realize the depts of the tragedies that she endured. She remained a widow of forty something years until her death. I had a lot of questions for my Mom. Shortly after grandfather's death, she reports that she knew he came in the night and visited their home. He was apparently just checking on things for he did not try to communicate. But that same night, Mom reported waking up and seeing him standing at the foot of her bed. Certainly something she had never shared with us. Also, I had looked up angels on the internet and sent for a book that I thought looked interesting. Not much to record in my journal that Mother insisted I keep....just reading. I had not bothered Ella very much, I did not want to put too much emphasis on her spiratual experiences. I preferred to call them that rather than placing any sort of mental stigmatism on her. I knew that if they continued I would have to make some sort of decision on what I would do and if I would seek professional counseling for her...but not today. Today, I would start my study of the stories of angels found in the Bible. Christianity, at least, certainly did believe that angels exists.