My great -grandmother came to my mom in the middle of the night and told her where some family records were kept and needed to get to someone who would continue the research. I wasn't very old when this happened, although I do remember her from when she was alive. The thing was, my mom called my uncle (Nannies son) and asked him about them and then never really thought about it again.
Fast forward about 15 years and I become interested in genealogy and for years tried like mad to find her records, and I couldn't. Then I don't know how it happened--but I found her! Then I got ahold of the records that she was originally speaking about. I felt great peace but never saw or talked to her. I wonder at times, If I was the one to do the research and so forth, why she went to my mom instead? Maybe I was not mature enough?
I have always held that precious though.