My Angel

  On a CBS  tv show this morning the host posed a question. "Do you believe in angels?"  60% of Americans responded yes. 40% responded no. I am part of the 60%!

Saturday I zipped up the highway to Williston to bury my cousin Donnie's ashes in the cemetery where is parents have plots.  I totted along a beautiful silver grey foot marker, a white rose, a satin butterfly, a glow in the dark light, and my IPad with charming guitar music provided by my talented granddaughter.

After reading from my pastor's 'special' book I shed a few tears and took some pictures of Donnie's foot marker and his parents headstone. I kicked around some golden fall leaves filling the cematery and sat momentarily on someone's headstone to view my photos and my cement work.

To my astonitionment I saw angels! One putting a bright beautiful glow on Donnie's name and on the othe one casting a dancing shadow across his father's name.

I quickly glanced up from my IPad towards the granite stones to view the angels. Sadly they were gone. There were no shadows at all, no trees to cast such an expression. The overcast sky didn't allow  sun to glow anywhere.

I'm guessing My uncle Howard is dancing at Donnie's arrival in heaven. I'm thinking my aunt Alyce is probably cussing him out for his early arrival.

I'm sad at my cousin's passing but 'they' sent me the message I have another angel - an angel with a big heart and a big cense of humor. 

They are rejoicing with the newest angel and now I should also.