Angel Notification

Looking at the beauty surrounding us, we often take for granted everything! Just as the sun rises and sets we sleep, we work, play and each day the process begins anew. More often than not we think only of daily activities, planning perhaps but on the scope of largeness and the infinite possibilities that lie before us. or that are even presented knowingly and unknowingly to us, we often do not recognize or acknowledge their existence.

Perhaps my daily travels offer more contemplation time, yet when trying to rest the weary body, much like the newborn baby whose inner clock flip flops, my contemplation time is in the darkness and silence of the wee night time hours. More than likely it is just the stubbornness of the mind that has been fighting for front line recognition all day, now as the body drift towards dream time, the brain says "I don't think so! My time to be heard."  The body, too tired to resist says, "okay make it quick!"  Realizing much of my skills as a communicator rely on being precise, making quick decisions and providing up to the minute information, allowing things to proceed at a rapid pace, the tangent personality that has been suppressed during the entire day, now has free run.  Not good!

Sleepy time usually means exhaustion, flop into bed, instant sleep for thirty to forty five minutes, awakening to an imaginary inner alarm clock, my brain, giving me that little devious smile announces, "excuse me, but you didn't let me wind down and share my inner thoughts, again.  A large part of me remains unused, sleeping or being totally ignored for most of the day, while the body does its thing, now YOU must pay for this abuse!"  No longer able to fight this naughty childlike tantrum, I open my eyes and "let the games begin!"

Earlier conversations from the day, all fighting for recognition, screaming to make their point come flying to the forefront and as if the spinning wheel stops, the first one pops out. Angels are the first to appear. Thankfully, this was a happy upbeat conversation. Simple asked by a young lady, "Do you believe in Angels?" "Of course I do, why do you ask?" I question.  With a seriousness and sincerity well beyond her years, she begins, "I do too, but I question my faith." she reveals.  Again, the look, I see the wheels of thought rapidly turning.  As they grind to a halt, the question of affirmation is re-asked, "have you ever seen an angel?" 

With the death of my mother, the security of knowing you always had a parent you could talk to, was laid to rest.  Mom was almost eighty-three and had outlived my Dad by twelve years.  In the scope of time, she was sick only a relatively short period.  During that time, she forced me to learn, this decision was out of my hands.  She was torn, leaving her daughters and grandchildren was not going to be easy, but she took comfort in knowing, she would be reunited with the love of life, our Dad.  Happy at the thought, as her soul ascended to her heavenly body, she would once again be whole.  No pain,  no suffering, Dad and her reunited would be as one.  Her faith, unshaken, she would prepare herself.  If questioning thought invaded her weary mind, she justified them.  Sharing, she feared, Dad would "see" her as frail, hair falling out in clumps, and her outward physical appearance altered by a mastectomy.  "Mommy, Dad will see you as you are, a beautiful spirit, an undying love, he awaits Mommy, are you afraid?" I softly questioned.  Mustering all her strength, her voice barely audible, she squeezes my hand, "Yes my youngest daughter, I am afraid.  Afraid of leaving all of you, afraid it might not be as I hoped, but my faith has brought me here, it will get me through.....and...with a tightness in her hand and a gentle calm in her eyes, she reveals, "Thank God Daddy was a leg man!"

About a month or so after Mom had passed, the homestead sold, my sister Patty back in Arizona handling the details of the estate, receives a call.  Although nothing is there, the caller ID reveals the name of our Dad, Arthur McKenna.  Thinking she is crazy, she looks again, "how can this be? The phone was turned off a month ago, taken from the house.  Who even knows me?"  She collects her thoughts, "I must take a picture  of this!"  Sending it via email to me and her nephews, she is at a loss for words.  As with all things, they happen for a reason!    Mom and Dad reunited in the heavens above, Dad let us know.  Think what you may! Yes, there are angels, perhaps not always seen and yes, I believe in angels.