Grand Timing

I read a book this morning written by my grandfather back in 1962. In it was a message addressed to me saying. How is he to die and I need him to do something for me tomorrow. I went to him and asked how. He said write me back adress when where and who. So I did and I asked him to bring me back a note I wrote to my self. It says to call the one I miss the most.

I went to grandpa and he said to bury it by the the big dead tree in the back yard. So I did.when i returned he passed away holding a box and envelope

The envelope said God gives you miracles every day. This is the special one. In the box was the note I wrote moments earlier but it was older than an hour and there was my moms smart phone. Busted and ancient. I ran to my mothers phone at the other end of the house. It was new and crisp. Shiny too. I took it and a cigar box from the closet and buried it with my note I wrote.

I pull my phone and called moms phone. It rang my ear but not in the dirt. A man picking up the phone I asked for Mr.Bell. The man states that this is him. I asked for Don.

He said yes. Then reading my signature saying hi Cody-----BELL?!? Are. We related? I tear up and explain how. Then after hanging up the phone.

I'm in tears. He's dead today. But not then. But yes now. Grandpa big and jolly as can be stepped out of the house and said Cody----BELL!?! Thank you for being my legacy.

He vanished. Well his spirit did. Not his shell
Not his pride,and not his love for my Father