Do you believe in angels. Here is a short story of a relationship between a granddaughter and a grandmother. And how angels are a special part of the granddaughters life.
| Tears streamed down my face as I sat at my grandmother's funeral. My grandmother lived a very full life, and was full of energy, love, and wisdom. She always said the right thing for the situation. And, whenever we had a problem, we knew we could talk with Grandma. As a teenager, I can remember many conversations where Grandmother would give us her worldly wisdom and she would always end up saying you have an angel smiling on you dear I know you will do the right thing. Now, here we were at her funeral, and I could almost hear her saying, the angels are smiling on us. Now, I really knew I had an angel smiling on me as I am sure Grandma was in heaven smiling down and watching out for us. I offered to help my Mum sort through Grandma's apartment. The next few days were filled with memories, and filled with laughter, and filled with tears. As we sorted through Grandma's stuff, it brought back some wonderful memories. I was packing the last of the dishes when my mum called to me. I went into Grandma's bedroom, and my mum handed me a package with my name written on it. I opened the box and read the poem: May this little Angel shine upon your homeAnd Grandma had handwritten, "hang this stained glass angel in your window to remind you of your angel Kate! Love Grandma" To this day, I have the stained glass angel hanging in my bedroom window. And, every time I look at it I can hear Grandma saying: | ||||
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