Her Love Surrounds Us Still

Name:            
Email:           
Location:         New York
Type:            Angel
Date:            Sunday, April 30, 2000
Time:            04:37 PM

In early February of 1992, I was 6 years-old, going on seven, when my family found out from my grandfather that my dad's mother was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. 

You can just imagine how upset and grief stricken we were to find this to be true. We traveled back east I later found out from my father that she was told she had approx. 6 months to live. We spent a month back east hoping to spend as much time with her as possible. When we left I heard her tell my father with tears choking her words that she has always and will always love him with all of her heart as long as her soul stays alive. 

A month later, we got a frantic call from my grandfather saying that Grandma was asking for my dad and she said that she knew the time was coming very soon. She got on the phone and told my dad that they found extreme progression of the liver and she didn't have even two weeks left. My dad promised her we would make it. My mom and dad gathered some clothes, some toys for my sisters and I and my mom cooked a huge load of food for our road trip east. We didn't have enough money or time to stop for food, but we were okay. We made a pit stop in Nebraska, as my dad was pumping gas, his cell phone rang, it was my Grandpa. He was crying. He said that we were to late. She told him to tell my dad that she tried to hold but her body wouldn't let her. 

My dad hung up and went in to our little 20 year-old camper and slumped over the table my mom was sitting at and started to cry like I haven't ever seen before in my life. He told us and we all started to ball. After an hour of crying together we started off again. A day later we reached the house and two days later we went to the funeral. It was beautiful, but the sadness that loomed over us and the rest of the family was almost unbearable. It was my turn to see the body, I was scared but I wanted to see her. She looked so peaceful, so quiet. I was happy for her, the pain she was suffering was over and she could return home. As I was standing over her body I could almost see her mouth form in to a soft smile. I know it sounds crazy but I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew she could leave now that we were there. 

Since then every time I've gotten hurt, I feel a warm brush air embrace me like a hug and the pain is eased somewhat. 3 years ago I was walking my sisters home from my soccer practice. They had come on their bikes with my other Grandma following in her car close behind and that was how we doing it then too, only I was walking and helping my littlest sister on her trike when my other younger sister yelled out that she was going to tell my grandma something I yelled for her not to but it was to late. 

All of a sudden I saw a lady heading right for my sister in her big SUV and not paying attention to what was about to happen. She hit my sister head on and my sister went flying and the lady's car wouldn't stop. All of a sudden I saw my sister drop straight to the ground in mid-air and the car stopped so abruptly even I jumped. 

The lady had a shocked and scared look on her face, she got out and ran to my sister as did I. She looked at me, apologized very frantically and said " I did even pump the brake and the car stopped!". I felt a warm brush of air fall upon me. My sister sat up without nothing but a big scrape on her head and asked who had caught her in the air when she was hit. She later told me that she knew she was hit by the car but she said that she felt that she had been suspended in the air for an hour at least and she had smelled Grandma's perfume and felt a comforting heat all around her, then she woke up to see me and the lady standing over her. 

I have several witnesses including that lady who say that my sister should have flown about 20 more feet at the speed and height she was flying at. My sister would probably be dead if it weren't for what believe to be my grandma's spirit having stopped the car and my sister would be dead. 

No matter what anyone says, I believe my family has a guardian angel that won't let anything happen to us. Her love is boundless and endless.