Growing up, I never thought my family had a “story.” My grandfather, Donald A. Hall, helped design the Spirit of St. Louis ✈️, but who cared about forgotten engineers, right? I didn’t even know him.
Then life hit me hard.
My father got sick, and I had to put my dreams on hold to care for him. Suddenly, I found myself swallowed by responsibility.
It was during that time of darkness that something incredible happened.
While hiking in Oak Creek Canyon, I closed my eyes in despair—and saw my grandfather’s face. His voice echoed in my mind: “Family.” 👻
It wasn’t a coincidence. It was a sign.
Have you ever had such an experience? An interaction with a ghost of a relative or someone from history?
I've been thinking about this a lot recently. ✔️