Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Angels

Wednesday, July 29, 2009












Last week I started to write about angels and then decided that I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it on our blog. But, I saved it thinking I would finish it and use it another time. I moved on to another subject... um, the animal cruelty/child endangerment piece...and while writing that, something amazing happened.

I think it would be best to let you read what I had started on last week, and then I'll fill you in on what I think was not a coincidence, but a sign. I truly believe it was a message from an angel.

First let me apologize for my absence. I am once again in Indiana and getting internet access is not as convenient as I would like. So, sorry I missed my movie and music picks, but I'm on it now.


I'm sitting in my mother's living room with my 13 year old niece and my 16 year old son. I am desperately trying to come up with a topic to blog about and drawing a blank, so I asked them if they had any suggestions. My son suggested angels. Great topic, for me anyway.
I love angels. I collect them. My husband bought me a beautiful bracelet of angels that I never take off. There is something so comforting and powerful about them.

When I was 13, I moved in with my grandparents. My grandma was always very special to me and we became extremely close. She listened to the troubles of a teenage girl and seemed to always have the greatest advice. She was loving and caring and no one could ask for a better Grandmother. Sadly, she died the week before my 14th birthday. I was devastated.
I remained living with my grandpa. Although my life seemed very empty without her, I always felt that she was watching over me. As a teenager, knowing she was always with me probably kept me from doing things I shouldn't. If ever I had to make a choice between what was right and what would surely be a lot of fun, but wrong, I would make the right choice. Most of the time anyway.


My grandmother has been gone for 30 years now, but I still can feel her every time I enter her old house. She is everywhere, but strongest in the kitchen and in her bedroom. Now, I know that people will say that my memories of her in those rooms are strongest and that's why it seems as if she is still there. But as I sit here and write this, the tears are streaming down my face as I think about the overwhelming feeling of her presence when I stand in her kitchen. I suppose it could just be that I miss her, but I choose to believe that she is my angel. That she watches not only over me, but over her entire family. I feel her with me every day.

There was a little more to it, but I've left it out because it involved an occurrence involving others in my family and I felt it is their story to tell.


So, anyway, I saved my work and started on the new subject. I don't have spell check on my laptop and needed to check my spelling on a word. I asked my mom if she had a dictionary and she said she thought she had a little red one around somewhere. While searching, she became excited over the book she had found.

She handed me a dictionary. A very, very old dictionary. She said, "This might be worth some money" and handed it to me. I carefully opened the cover and there inside, on the very first page, were two poems written in my grandmothers handwriting. I thought it was odd that I had just been writing about her but then I turned to the inside back cover and just about fell off of the couch.

There, written in pencil on the black cover so it was barely visible, was my handwriting. It said
Hi, from Brenda... Hi, from Brenda. I quickly flipped through this old dictionary looking for anything else, but all I could find was Grandma in the front and me in the back. To me it was definitely a sign. It was her way of letting me know that she IS here. That she is with me always.
Later that day we were going to stop by the cemetery and put flowers on my grandparents' and father's grave. While at the store trying to choose which bouquet of artificial flowers we should get, I noticed that the pink roses had something stuck in them. It was an angel. There were only two bouquets so we bought them both. I left an angel on my grandmother's grave and I took the other one and hung it in my car.

I believe in angels. No doubt about it. Of course now, I want to hear if any of you have had similar occurrences that you would like to share. I know B.J. does. Can't wait to hear!

SIS Bren

And by the way, I wanted to share one of things that Grandma wrote in the dictionary.
The clock of life is wound, but once.

16 comments:

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Good morning Bren and I am so happy you decided to share that story! I know of the other story you left out and understand why because as I am sitting here, I now have tears welling and I'm blinking rapidly so they don't fall seeing as I'm at work and they would all think I'm nuts.

However, I would like to share a short story. Could be my imagination but it has happened so many times I, too think of it as a sign.

My children love to have "dance parties". We crank the music and dance our hearts out. Usually I pretend I have no rhythm whatsoever which really cracks them up. (I promise, I'm just pretending) Anyway, every once in a while, something catches my eye, usually in the curtain or in a shadow if we have the dance ball light show going. It's a profile, a silhouette of my dad and from what I can tell he's just there watching us. Lately I've just given him a wink and silently told him that I hope he's enjoying the show!

That's my story and it comforts me to know that he's doing okay.

SIS Barb

Mary Stella said...

What a lovely story, Brenda. Thanks for sharing!

~Sia McKye~ said...

Brenda, I do believe in angels. I think they're hard working beings too. One of their assigned jobs is to look after humans, among other things.

Thanks for sharing your story. :-)

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Good afternoon my beautiful sister, Barb. I love that story. Doesn't it bring you great comfort to know that he is there watching and enjoying you and your family? It's definitely not your imagination! He's an angel and he's watching over you!
Love you much!

SIS Bren

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Hi Mary!

I'm glad you enjoyed my story...I thought it was something that I needed or was meant to share.

SIS Bren

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Hello Sia!

I think it's great that you believe! I've heard too many stories from friends about angel experiences that I have no choice but to believe. And I am grateful for the angels.

SIS Bren

Tori Lennox said...

I love both your stories, Bren & Barb!

Beth Ciotta said...

I, too, loved this story. Grandma was a central and extremely impotant person in my life. I was devastated when she died and I still feel the loss. Amazing that it's been over 30 years. Last year mom sent me an old nightgown of grandma's that she'd found. I burst into tears. It's hanging in my closet now. I cherish it!

Grandma show up in my dreams a lot. Yet there is another person, a friend who died in her 20s, that I swear I spot often. It's so eerie.

While researching the subject of 'ghosts' for an upcoming project, I ran across some info that spoke of of the fine line diference between ghosts and spirits The term 'Spiritual guide' was mentioned. Fascinating concept and very close to the idea of 'angels.'

Check out this passahe tat I found at http://tinyurl.com/m7ypyt

"If spirits are angels or spirit guides, then they would be here to help out the living when needed, during times of trouble or on a daily basis, through stress or sorrow. But there is perhaps another type of spirit who isn't a ghost, who can be seen or felt by people-the every-day spirit of a person who simply passed away. These spirits could be your grandmother who passed away, an uncle, a husband, a friend or anyone else that once lived but no longer has a physical body. These spirits aren't 'stuck' as a ghost could be, and they don't have unfinished business. They just want to visit. They want to visit the people who they love, who they shared a life with. They want to see the house they lived in as a child, or have come to attend a special occasion in the family like a birth or wedding. These are the spirits of people who have free will to come and go between here and the other side."

Pretty cool, huh?
SIS Beth

Beth Ciotta said...

Sorry for the typos. As always... I'm in a hurry.

Brenda... I have to see that dictionary!!

SIS Beth

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Beth,

Thanks for that passage. I've never thought of Grandma as a ghost, but exactly as it says. They just want to come and visit you or see their home, etc. It is never a scary or uncomfortable feeling for me. It is always warm and comforting yet it always brings me to tears because it reminds me of just how very much I miss her.

Hopefully I will be sseing you in a couple weeks and I'll bring the dictionary along just so you can see it. Mom also gave me this huge Bible that belonged to Grandma. It had a few papers inside the front cover. One was a newspaper clipping from when the actress who played "Miss Kitty" left "Gunsmoke" (isn't that too funny?) and another is in your handwriting. A wish list from the Sears catalog. I would like to get a copy of the catalog just to see what items you had your eye on.

SIS Bren

B.J. said...

Hi Brenda, Angels are real. I know that Dad saw them the day that he died. I will never forget the look in his eyes, and I told him those were Angels that he was seeing. Brandy told him that it was okay to go to them and he took his last breath with a smile. It made it so much easier to let him go.

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Hi everyone! thanks for stopping by. I'd love to hear some "angel" stories from others. We can't be the only ones???????

Beth,
I loved that passage. Thanks for sharing!

SIS Barb

Sisters-in-Sync said...

B.J.,

It was an amazing moment! Amazingly sad and amazingly beautiful!

SIS Barb

Sisters-in-Sync said...

Hi B.J.,

I'm so glad you stopped by to tell that story! So very beautiful! Thanks for sharing. Hey, wait...don't you have another experience to share?

SIS Bren

B.J. said...

hi Brenda, A couple weeks after Dad died, Mary and I were sitting in Moms living room talking about Dad. We heard a noise and turned around to see what it was. These two angle figurines of mine were moving(kind of shaking). They were the only things on that shelf that moved. We took that as a sign that dad was listening to us.

Sisters-in-Sync said...

B.J.

Yep, that's the one. It makes me smile to hear these stories!

Anyone else have a story??????

SIS Bren

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