As I said in my last post, my niece has inspired me to continue with my writing. Her posts are so open and honest and I know they are, in a way, cathartic for her. As I was writing about the day my mother died, which was the same day that I almost lost my life. In reliving that day it came to me that there was someone who carried me to safety. This person was only a voice to me and strong yet gentle arms that carried me out of the water to the shore and then was gone. I never saw a face and now the memory of the voice is fading.
That is a day that replays in my mind almost daily. This is something that I have never talked to my children or husband about. I want to put it all down, document what it is that I can not forget and maybe come to accept it at long last. I relive being taken out of the water but it never before accrued to me who that person was or could be. No one ever came froward. For all I know it could have been my own mother. She had saved others that day before loosing her own life.
There are people that say they feel a presence that helps or guides them from time to time and they call that their guardian angel and rightly so. I do believe there are those that help us through this life. Few get to actually meet them, I did and I know they are here with me still today. There have been many times when I have asked for help or strength and I know God has been there or sent my angel to help me. You just know it, you can feel the burden get a little lighter or your mind ease. Yep, that's God and his Angels at work.
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