Years ago now, when my niece was very young and had just started walking and talking she used to go around the house saying "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."

We could never figure out who she meant.

My stepmother lived in Las Vegas and became ill and had to go to the hospital. My brother and his wife flew to Las Vegas with my niece and stayed at my stepmother's home.

When my niece walked into the kitchen she walked right up to the refrigerator and pointed to a picture that was on it and turned to my brother and said "Bobby."

The picture was of my Dad - my niece's grandfather and his name was John Robert - but everyone called him Bob.

My brother about fainted and called me right away to share such a special moment. It really makes you wonder doesn't it? But my niece was just
too young to ask her questions about why she knew that was Bobby.

My Dad (her grandfather) passed away in 1988.

My niece wasn't born until 1994.