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Topic: ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME (don’t write about the song) (06/04/15)
- TITLE: Angel Wings
By Loni Bowden-Horn
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Sandra was dreaming again. This time when she awoke she recalled every vivid detail. The image of twisted metal and shards of glass sent her pulse racing. Sandra couldn’t breathe as she felt all the life drain out of her body. The memory of that moment was seared in Sandra’s mind. She tossed and turned night after sleepless night pondering what she could have done differently.
Sandra had left the sledding venue later than she planned. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel like a vise. She noticed the glass-like sheen on the roadway was more slippery than a newly waxed floor. No sooner had the tire tracks left an impression; they were wiped out by the onset of new fresh snow. The windshield wipers were turned on to a frenzied pace.
As the car rounded the curve, it spun around like a top. Flipping over and over again until the car careened into a big oak tree.
Crash! She could hear the splintering of wood against her bumper before everything went black.
As the medicinal smell assaulted her nostrils, she noticed darkness filled the room. The machines beeping in the background did nothing to aid Sandra’s throbbing headache. Sandra felt someone softly stroking her fingers.
Where was she? How did she get here? Where was her baby?
Honey, you are in the hospital. You were involved in a terrible accident.
What about Allison?
She noticed her husband, Nathan, choke back tears as he said; Sandra, Allison didn’t make it.
Bleakness swirled around Sandra like a raging blizzard since she had come home. The pristine snowflakes that glimmered like diamonds in the sunlight; now, just left her feeling cold and alone.
Sandra stumbled down to her daughter’s room and flung herself on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. A picture of her daughter was clutched in her hand. Fond remembrances inundated her thoughts as she looked at the photo through tear-stained eyes.
Mommy, Allison giggled; can you teach me how to make a snow angel?
Lie on your back and make designs in the snow. Move your arms up and down over your head to make the wings and then the legs move from side to side to make the angel’s robe.
Like this, Sandra demonstrated.
Sandra chuckled to herself as she noticed Allison flailing her arms and legs on top of a snow pile trying to imitate her mom’s instructions.
Do the angels watch over us in heaven, Mommy, questioned Allison?
Yes, baby. God sends down angels to protect us.
Sandra wanted others to remember her daughter, Allison. To spare her feelings, her friends wouldn’t even mention her name.
Why couldn’t anyone understand she wasn’t the same person as before the accident?
She heard the whispers of well-meaning friends, Sandra needs to get over it and move on. After all it has been over a year since the accident. As if she could turn her emotions off and on like a water spigot. If only life were that simple. Her hopes and dreams had evaporated like morning dew glistening upon a blade of grass.
Even though the words were unspoken, Sandra knew her marriage felt strained after her daughter’s death. Her husband, Nathan, had not touched her or held Sandra in his arms in months. Sandra longed for the intimacy they once shared.
Fear engulfed her like the rising waters of a tidal wave before it crashed upon the shore. The silence of God was deafening. Sandra pleaded with God once more, Have you forgotten me? Why have my prayers gone unanswered? Do you no longer love me?
At least she felt some emotion welling up inside of her. A numbness had enveloped Sandra for so long, it had left an empty chasm in her soul. Exhaustion assailed Sandra, as she drifted off to sleep. A child appeared from the shadows. A figure that had always been indiscernible in her past dreams--a child with hazel eyes and tresses of brown curly hair-- a child with dimples and a great big grin—Sandra knew without a doubt it was her daughter, Allison.
Allison was bouncing on her grandfather’s knee singing, I am a Promise, by the Gaithers. A host of angels surrounded them singing in a chorus of praise.
Sandra couldn’t understand why God had taken her daughter, but He would carry her through this difficult time on the wings of angels.
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