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game ended, the children’s attention having been diverted by a giraffe running by. The playful nurse came over to me.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from an angel?” she said, apparently recognizing my mantle. “I hope you’re not here recruiting. I would hate to lose any of the children. They are all so precious, you see.”
“I’m looking for a child...of the mortal over whom I have charge. Her name is Lily. She—”
“Of course, Lily. She’s one of my favorites. I’m sure her parents miss her dearly. Come, I’ll take you to her.”
The nurse turned and darted down a path, which disappeared into the woods. I followed, shaking my head. How did she know which Lily I meant? Surely she’s not the only one. I was pondering this, and wondering if I would ever learn the trick, when the path the nurse was leading me down came to a glade.
Sunlight smiled down on the opening, glistening off dew-covered grass and dancing playfully on the surface of a brook running through it. All around, crawling babies and just-starting-to-walk babies played happily. Small animals—rabbits, puppies, squirrels, tiny song birds—hopped, scurried and flitted about, much to the babies’ delight. Several nurses were among the little ones, holding their hands as they walked, tickling their miniature feet, lifting them into the air like soaring birds—easily having as much fun as the children.
“You’ll find that sweet Lily just over there,” the nurse said, as she pointed to a flower-laden knoll where a huddle of children sat petting an excessively attentive Dalmatian puppy. “Is there anything else you will need of me?”
“No, thank you for your help.”
“Of course, of course. Well, I’ll be heading back now. Enjoy.”
When the nurse had left, I slowly approached the spot where Lily was. I’m not sure why, but I felt a touch of nervousness at meeting her. Perhaps, because I had just finished reading about her death. But there I stood, not an hour later, about to see Lily, more alive than she’d ever been on earth. That’s one of those things about heaven which takes some getting used to. My heart beat faster as I drew nearer.
I recognized her the instant I saw her. Her sunlit hair. Her brilliant blue eyes and radiant smile. She looked just as she did in Angela’s book. She crawled over to me, as I came closer and sat up on her knees, arms out-stretched. I reached down, scooped her off the ground and hugged her tightly against my chest. My spirit purred like a kitten.
Holding her in my arms I talked to her and told her who I was and why I’d come. She didn’t talk but seemed to understand all I told her. I had heard before of angels taking a deceased loved o ne back to comfort a grieving mother, father, son, daughter, husband, or wife. I wanted to do this for Angela. She wouldn’t actually see her baby girl, but she might still be comforted by her—if she listened. I explained my idea to Lily and she smiled joyfully in assent.
“Good, then I will come for you tomorrow.”
With another hug, I said goodbye, then set her back onto the ground. Until tomorrow then.
* * *
Lily, Clairus and I arrived in Angela’s bedroom just before she awoke. Angela lay next to Jack, who was snoring softly—Jack had taken to sleeping in since his job-loss. Lily clapped her hands excitedly when she saw them. I placed her on the bed in the Lily-size gap between them.
Lily crawled up closer to her mother’s face. She patted Angela’s cheeks, kissed her, and wrapped her arms around her neck, placing her cheek next to Angela’s. There she lay, holding tightly until Angela opened her eyes. She opened them reluctantly, almost immediately shutting them, as if trying to block out the new day. Lily gave her another kiss and squeezed her more intently. I watched Angela’s thoughts with rapt attention. Her eyes opened again and stared blankly at the wall. Then she felt Lily’s embrace. Not her physical touch, but
“To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from an angel?” she said, apparently recognizing my mantle. “I hope you’re not here recruiting. I would hate to lose any of the children. They are all so precious, you see.”
“I’m looking for a child...of the mortal over whom I have charge. Her name is Lily. She—”
“Of course, Lily. She’s one of my favorites. I’m sure her parents miss her dearly. Come, I’ll take you to her.”
The nurse turned and darted down a path, which disappeared into the woods. I followed, shaking my head. How did she know which Lily I meant? Surely she’s not the only one. I was pondering this, and wondering if I would ever learn the trick, when the path the nurse was leading me down came to a glade.
Sunlight smiled down on the opening, glistening off dew-covered grass and dancing playfully on the surface of a brook running through it. All around, crawling babies and just-starting-to-walk babies played happily. Small animals—rabbits, puppies, squirrels, tiny song birds—hopped, scurried and flitted about, much to the babies’ delight. Several nurses were among the little ones, holding their hands as they walked, tickling their miniature feet, lifting them into the air like soaring birds—easily having as much fun as the children.
“You’ll find that sweet Lily just over there,” the nurse said, as she pointed to a flower-laden knoll where a huddle of children sat petting an excessively attentive Dalmatian puppy. “Is there anything else you will need of me?”
“No, thank you for your help.”
“Of course, of course. Well, I’ll be heading back now. Enjoy.”
When the nurse had left, I slowly approached the spot where Lily was. I’m not sure why, but I felt a touch of nervousness at meeting her. Perhaps, because I had just finished reading about her death. But there I stood, not an hour later, about to see Lily, more alive than she’d ever been on earth. That’s one of those things about heaven which takes some getting used to. My heart beat faster as I drew nearer.
I recognized her the instant I saw her. Her sunlit hair. Her brilliant blue eyes and radiant smile. She looked just as she did in Angela’s book. She crawled over to me, as I came closer and sat up on her knees, arms out-stretched. I reached down, scooped her off the ground and hugged her tightly against my chest. My spirit purred like a kitten.
Holding her in my arms I talked to her and told her who I was and why I’d come. She didn’t talk but seemed to understand all I told her. I had heard before of angels taking a deceased loved o ne back to comfort a grieving mother, father, son, daughter, husband, or wife. I wanted to do this for Angela. She wouldn’t actually see her baby girl, but she might still be comforted by her—if she listened. I explained my idea to Lily and she smiled joyfully in assent.
“Good, then I will come for you tomorrow.”
With another hug, I said goodbye, then set her back onto the ground. Until tomorrow then.
* * *
Lily, Clairus and I arrived in Angela’s bedroom just before she awoke. Angela lay next to Jack, who was snoring softly—Jack had taken to sleeping in since his job-loss. Lily clapped her hands excitedly when she saw them. I placed her on the bed in the Lily-size gap between them.
Lily crawled up closer to her mother’s face. She patted Angela’s cheeks, kissed her, and wrapped her arms around her neck, placing her cheek next to Angela’s. There she lay, holding tightly until Angela opened her eyes. She opened them reluctantly, almost immediately shutting them, as if trying to block out the new day. Lily gave her another kiss and squeezed her more intently. I watched Angela’s thoughts with rapt attention. Her eyes opened again and stared blankly at the wall. Then she felt Lily’s embrace. Not her physical touch, but
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