My sister Jill sent me something she'd written about her granddaughter Carinna who is now four years old.

I wanted to share it with 'korner' readers:


A couple of weeks ago Carinna and I were driving somewhere.  The question from her from the backseat was "Baba, do I have a grandpa?"  I said ' yes, you have two.  Grandpa Reggie that you sometimes talk to online and Grandpa Dave who lives in heaven.  In the bonus room, there's a picture of me, him and your mommy.'
 
Now some background.  When Colleen was at her due date with Carinna, she was having back pains.  I told her I thought she was having back labor and she should get to the hospital.  I'd keep Raegan and call Reggie and have him meet her there.  That was about 4 p.m.   At midnight, Reggie called.  Very emotional and couldn't really talk.  Colleen wasn't in labor but the placenta disengaged from the uterus before Carinna was born.  When that happens the doctors have about 5 minutes to get the baby out or they in effect drown in blood and die. Colleen remembers being on the gurney to the operating room with the anesthesiologist running alongside, starting to put her out.  Carinna was born by an emergency C-section, and was so stressed that she had sucked the insides of her wrists so hard that they were scarred for the next three months.  Her apgar score was 2 (scale of 1-10 with 10 being great) and she had to have blood suctioned from her nose, mouth, lungs and other spots.  
 
So, when talking about her Grandpa Dave, she piped up from the backseat.  "Oh, Baba, I know him.  He was with me when I was being born.  He said - don't worry baby, everything's going to be alright.'  I was surprised!  I said, did he call you baby or Carinna?  and she said "I didn't have a name then; he called me baby."
 
Can a 4-year old make up a story like this?  Maybe.  But maybe just maybe this is how things work in heaven.