"Grandma Angel"
author wishes to remain anonymous
My grandmother died in May of 1987. In July of that same
year my daughter was born. She weighed only 1 pound and 2 ounce. I couldn't
bear the thought of someone else I loved leaving me. Nicole was transferred
to a hospital more than 2 hours from my home. As I began to drive to spend
my time with the child one doctor called unsalvageable and yet another
said would never know she was in the world, I began to miss grandma more
than ever. She had always been someone to talk to. I began to think outloud
and asked, "Should I have done what the doctor's wanted and refused treatment
for Nicole and just let her die? Am I strong enough to care for a little
girl the doctors say will be very severely retarded"?
Finally I just cried to tired to think any more. When
I arrived at the hospital, I asked how Nicole was.
The nurse said, "She is fine, but didn't you see her
when your grandmother was here"?
"My grandma", I asked very shocked.
"Yes, you missed her by about 5 or 10 minuets ago".
I asked her to describe her... The nurse described
the woman we had buried two months earlier. At that moment, I knew my daughter
would be fine. Her guardian Angel was watching out for her.
Today, my daughter is nine years old. She is smaller
than anyone in her class and most everyone else in her school. She has
not missed being on the honor roll ever and is one of the brightest, and
most imaginative little girl anywhere.
I love and thank my angels every day.