I was about 3 or 4 years old roughly, my grandmother (mother's side) had just passed on about 2 weeks prior. I spent everyday with my grandma while my parents were at work, she saw my first steps and heard my first words, guarunteed we had a great bond.

At the time I couldn't understand the situation. One day I was playing in my room and everyone else was downstairs getting ready for dinner. My mother had called me down to join them and I didn't come down for awhile and my mother came upstairs and asked what I was doing and I told her that I was having coffee with grandma. My mother, has always believed in the supernatural, ghosts, etc, asked what grandma said while she was here and I told her that Grandma told me that I needed to be a good girl for mama.