My older brothers' first son made my mother cry one day while she was babysitting. I have two great nephews the oldest is 2 and the youngest is 3 months old as cute as they want to be. During this month I have been reminiscing on my father's life with us and thinking that my nephews will never know their granddad. My mother has been on edge just as I have been lately. I told her instead of staying home mourning my dad’s death got to my brother’s house and celebrate the life of his two children. While babysitting she finds an old family photo album of us. As she is flipping through the pages she see’s a picture of my dad and brother at my brother’s High School graduation. Now my nephew’s name is Andrew and my father’s middle name is Andre. My brother did my honored my dad’s memory by naming his first son with a similar name. Andrew has not developed himself yet as a talker he says some words and uses facial and hand gestures to express himself. He tells my mom “Sit” meaning he wants to sit on her lap. She picks him up and places the photo album over in front of them. Andrew says “read” meaning he wants a story read to him, he thinks the photo album is a reading book. The first page Andrew flips to a picture of my parents at the beach together in a warm embrace during a sunset. Andrew points at the picture of my mom and say ‘momma” with a huge smile on his face. My mother replied yes it’s”momma” (my mom doesn’t like to be called grandmother it’s momma or nothing else). Andrew then proceeds to point at my dad’s picture and said “poppa” while having his arms spread apart and shoulders shrugged upwards in a gesture meaning I don’t know. My mom teary eyed say yes that is poppa, but Andrew repeated “poppa” again with the same gesture this time my mom interoperated it as if he was asking a question. Now Andrew uses a similar gesture when his toy is are missing. He would say “ball” and use the gesture to ask you have you seen my ball. That was the exact notion that popped in my mothers head, she uncontrollably busted into tears in front of Andrew. Andrew comes grab my hand and said “momma cry” and pulls me to follow him to where she is. When I arrive I see she was crying and I asked her what is wrong and she opens the album and Andrew looks on and repeated poppa with the same gesture again this time he looked me directly in the eye as if the question was directed at me. My 2 year old nephew asked my mother and me a question we hope that would not come up until he is of enough age to understand life and death. My mom saw a reminder of her pain. I who was very emotionally distraught felt the same way she did. I now realize that this question is a blessing. For a child who bares the name similar to a person who he doesn’t know or ever seen before in his 2 years on this earth and to said child point him out and know who he is, is nothing short of a miracle to me. Andrew may not remember this when get’s older and he may asked where is granddad one day, I know it is inevitable. One thing I do know he does know his granddad not in the physical but in the spiritual. I can truly say that all my prayers for God to reveal himself to me was answer that day Monday April 21, 2008 a l0 years and 2 days since my dad’s death through my nephew as the pure human vessel for his voice! I thank God for hearing me and answering .my prayers.