My Guardian Angel

I've spent most of my life without my mother, and I've missed her greatly. Whenever I think of her, tears flow. My one enduring memory was her seating me in the family car, walking around the front to the driver's side and sitting down, then turning and smiling at me. This I keep for me, and wish to have as my last thought before I die.

One night in college I discovered I had never truly been without my mother. She had been watching over me all the time.

I had gotten drunk that night and was angry and crying to the world, "Why? Why did she have to die? WHY!"

Mom, like a guardian angel, came to me and held me, comforting me. Suddenly it no longer mattered. There was no why, no more questions, only her love. My pain eased, my tears stopped, and I found peace. To this day, I know it was her spirit who helped me through those troubled times and watches over me still. Since that day I have never again asked why, for that no longer matters. I am loved as I have always wanted to be, by the one I wanted it most from.

Recently, I visited "The Big House" where we used to live in Denver. The then current owners told me her spirit still watches over the home. They said one night during a storm, Mom's spirit got their son to leave his room. Shortly afterwards a tree fell through his window onto his bed. My mother had saved this boy's life just as she had saved mine.