This I Believe
I believe in angels. As a child I heard stories about miraculous beings that would save lives and fight evil spirits. For the longest time I thought I was hearing another myth or an exaggerated story from the bible, until I was eleven years old.
I will never forget that cold October night, when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. As I opened my door, I heard my sister on the phone crying out, “Yes, I am her daughter.” then seeing my father race up the stairs to console her. I remember asking “What’s wrong, why are you guys crying”? My fathers tears leaked onto my forehead as he kissed me goodnight and told me he would tell me in the morning. I wish I had never woken up. I found out that morning my mother had passed away. I could not believe it, why was this happening to me, I could not figure it out, I went to church every Sunday and prayed every night. This is the worst feeling one can imagine and experience, I would never wish this upon anyone. I stopped going to church and found no use in praying. I learned from a very young age that life was not fair.
Life was challenging the next couple of years, celebrating birthdays and holidays were not the same without her presence. My father eventually began dating again, but nothing seemed to last. I thought my father would never be able to love again and that my sister and I would never have that mother figure in our lives. But everything changed the day she came into my life and this is how it happened .
I truly believe that God wiped away the clouds to search for her. My father was set up on a blind date from a friend at his work. Everyone knows the clichés about blind dates ending up in a disaster. There was something special about her because the date was a success. Day after day, her and my father would spend time together and would grow fonder of each other. My father’s smile as well as his heart grew bigger each time he saw this women. The moment I met her I immediately felt a soothing, warm, vibe from this women.
It finally hit me a year ago, what was happening, it was not God who sent me this angel, it was my mother. My angel was loved by all of us, she was warm-hearted, cheerful, kind, and most of all resembled my mother. She exuded a positive energy that everyone could sense when she entered a room. Her personality was cheerful, her voice was genuine, and her passion for our love was priceless. I could not ask for anything more in life, her presence in our lives shines brightly everyday. Thank you Ms. Chris for being my angel by fulfilling the missing piece of my heart and finally making me happy.
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