This
is a picture of my garden. I am very proud of it. During the long,
cold, snowy winter I would enter Mommy’s dreams and we would spend all
night planning every plant and flower down to the final detail. But we
were not prepared for two additions.
The
first can barely be seen. It is a pink rose bush. It is a shoot from
Daddy’s grandfather’s rose bush. It is wrapped around the small black
trellis at the bottom of the picture. Daddy’s cousin Jan had been the
caretaker of the family flower and we were honored to share caretaking
duties although I was not sure I wanted the rose bush in my garden but
Mommy assured me with a little luck we would soon have lovely pink roses
to put a smile on the face of my blue lady.
The
second detail was my angel. For two years after my passing my angel
lit up my garden at night. It spent the winter in the shed where it
would be safe and unburied. Early in the spring Daddy took it out of
the shed and planted it at the edge of my garden by the bush Hobo
Hudson’s parents sent me. But when the sunset my angel would not come
to light.
Mommy
and I knew what we had to do. It was time for a new angel. She found a
special angel that lit even brighter and changed color. Mommy ordered
it and a few days later it arrived.
Daddy
took it out of the package and put it in the ground. I couldn’t wait
to see it. I was sure it would be the prettiest angel ever. Daddy took
the old angel, the one who looked over my garden for two years, the one
that shone all night long and let my parents know I was thinking of
them, and brought it over to the trash barrel.
Suddenly
I realized I could not let my angel go. It had served me so loyally.
It is very difficult for an angel to change something on the mortal
side of the bridge but I concentrated on my original angel as much as I
could. Daddy had placed it in the trash and was closing the top when I
made the angel light up for the first time this spring.
Daddy
saw it glowing and removed it from the trash. He brought it over to
the garden and put it opposite the new angel and waited for night time.
Right at dusk, before my new angel lit up, the old angel shined
brightly. it didn’t shine for long, and was extinguished shortly after
my new brighter, more colorful angel lit up.
That is a very beautiful story. And I am happy that the first angel,, the origional angel was removed out of the trash,,,,! And you stand beside the new angel.. just as it should be.
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tweedles
Sweet story, two angels are better than one!
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Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel
Even a dim angel is still an angel.
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Murphy & Stanley
Your special garden is very lovely.
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