Since I was little, I knew of angels. They were mythical figures in stories and songs, never truly believed to be real, even during my childhood flights of fancy. Growing up, I dismissed their existence, learning to rely on the tangible, the physical world around me. Adulthood, with its harsh realities, seemed to demand I discard the clutter of imagination.
The belief in the supernatural might be sparked by fear, or perhaps by sudden moments of clarity. Neither of these had played a role in my life. But then, last year around this time in May, a gradual revelation unfolded as I grappled with the loss of my beloved Mother. Surrounded by the thick fog of grief, I realized I had known an angel. One who walked this very earth.
She walked steadily, humble and seemingly apprehensive of a world filled with malice. Yet, within her resided a strength that eclipsed any perceived weakness. I remember the way her voice softened as she spoke to a frightened bird, and the careful touch of her hand as she nurtured a wilting flower. Back then, I might have found such actions naive, but now I recognize the wisdom in her gentle ways. And how I miss that pure love, that invisible protection she spread around me.
Saints, I’ve heard of them, but the line between them and angels remains a mystery. What I do know for sure is that I knew an angel who walked among us. Her wings, though unseen, were wide enough to shield us from harm. She walked in silence, with a quiet greatness and unwavering humility. She passed in silence too, with dignity and unwavering confidence.
We are left in awe, realizing just how beautiful she truly was – simple, genuine, overflowing with love, and utterly dedicated to us. In truth, I don’t believe she passed away. I believe she flew away quietly, her wings careful not to disturb the peace of the sun-kissed flowers, to join the chorus of the birds, and watch over us from above for the rest of our earthly days.
Yes, I knew an angel, and she walked this very earth with us.
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