Personal Guardian Angels?

I’d like to pose a question to you. Now, this is obviously saying that your beliefs somewhat fall within this thought process as well.. Do you think that if there are really the spirits of those who have died still lingering around us, that they can choose whom they can be seen by?

My reasoning behind this question is through various instances within my life thus far. I’m going to share the few that really stick out to me & I would love to hear any responses that are similar in nature if there are any! I try to make them short & sweet.

When my grandmother (Nana), my mother’s mother, died we went up to Kentucky to attend the funeral with the rest of my family. One of my older sisters has 6 children. They all attended the funeral as well. Each one of her kids have a very different personality. Her second oldest son, Hunter, has a very recluse type of personality. He isn’t very shy, he just keeps to himself unless otherwise needed. He and I are actually quite similar in nature. The rest of them are very loud & outgoing. Well, my mother realized while the others were crying & very upset, Hunter seemed very calm and okay with the situation. Mom asked him if he was okay, if he was missing Nana. He replied, “Yes, of course I miss Nana but I know that she’s okay.” Mom was a little confused & asked how he knew. “She’s here with us.. She’s standing right over there..” Surprisingly it didn’t freak Mom out. She was kind of calmed by it. Mom and I talked a lot about this & we came to the conclusion that she chose Hunter out of everyone because he wouldn’t get scared, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it & he would find the right way to let the family know she was okay.

When I was very young we lived in an old Civil War townhouse in a small town in Kentucky. Every so often when my mother would go to put me to sleep I would complain to her that I couldn’t sleep because of the music that was playing. My sister had already gone off to college so her room was unoccupied. There was still a bed, a dresser, and a stereo in there. Well, those nights when I complained about music, her stereo would be playing on it own. Mom and I were the only ones that could here it. They would even play music according to the Holidays. Apparently I was never frightened, but knew what was going on. I just wanted the music turned down so I could sleep. As I got older the music stopped. Sometimes I think that perhaps they knew it would scare me the older I got & more I learned. Who knows.

Okay, final example - For eight long months of my life I lived in Tucson, Arizona. One night Mom and I were driving home in our van. I remember it was a longer trip, we were at least 30-45mins away from home. Driving in front of us was a white beat up truck with tools & ladders in the back. Well one of the ladders came loose and flew directly at the windshield of our van. I mean this thing was within feet of our faces. I one slow motioned second I caught a glimpse of my Grandmother, my father’s mother who had died when I was 7, and then ladder was forced very quickly underneath the van as if it were pushed or slammed down. We ran over it instead. Mom & I thought were terrified. She didn’t want to stop in the middle of nowhere in the dark so we kept heading for home. About 30 mins later we pull into our driveway. We barely had enough time to close the car doors before the tire went flat. But we made it that far without it doing that?

Whether this is all just made up in my head or it’s real - I find comfort in believing we all have our own personal guardian angels protecting us in our daily lives.