Author’s note: posting this in response to Kathryne’s post at Healing Writer asking if we would share “a story of good arising amidst the death of a loved one” My mom died February 18, 2000, and I have so many wonderful memories of our time together.
My mom and I talked quite a bit, especially after Dad died, about the actual process of leaving this world and being escorted into Paradise by the angels. I remember asking her if she thought I might get to see the angels, too. She said, “You might, Sister, I just don’t know.” We were so close and in tune with each other that the possibility was intriguing and certainly one we thought might happen.
The nursing home called about 10:00 pm the night Mom had a major stroke. I sat with her through the night, holding her hand, rubbing her arm, and trying to burn into my memory the size, shape and feel of my mom. It was about 3:00 am when I noticed that the cloth angel that we had attached to the trapeze above her bed was twirling and dancing. I had not noticed any movement before that time, and I knew the angels were getting ready to come get my mom. Today would be her “graduation day” as she had started to call it in recent months while contemplating her move from this world to the next. I wasn’t afraid and I was as prepared as a daughter can be when Mom died a few hours later.
I wondered, though, and often asked, “Why didn’t I get to see the angels come for her?”
The Lord answered me and made me understand. This is what He said.
The angels in all their glory would have been so awe inspiring and wonderful that you would have wanted to go with your mom. You would have grabbed hold tightly trying to follow and it was not your time. Your spirit would have seen the angels and your spirit would have chosen to follow. You are still in the flesh and your time has not come. You would have been broken hearted at being left behind and it would have taken a very long time to heal that hurt. The little cloth angel dancing was my way of giving you a gentle knowledge of what was about to happen so that you could be comforted and at peace with your mom’s passing.