Tomorrow is memorial day, there are many loved ones on my mind; my father, my sister-in-law and most recently my uncle; to name a few. I believe our loved ones, who pass on before us, can help us here in our mortal life. They are angels watching over us!!!
Here is my story, one I hope helps us realize they are here; when we need them or others need us.
When I was young, I had an uncle who enjoyed golfing with his wife, my aunt. They on occasion would ask my brother and I to join them. I remember wanting to drive the golf cart on these outings more than anything. When any of us would hit a stray ball, I would jump in, willing to go in search of our lost treasure. It was a chance to venture off the trail in the cart.
My uncle had a neat storage device that contained cold drinks. After a few holes, he would break it out and we would sit for a minute talking about life. These adventures were always fun and now that I reflect back; I realize for me it was the start witnessing two people madly in love.
My aunt sang in a very popular choir and had a very welcoming spirit about her. She and my Uncle were truly soul mates; both thought similar thoughts and mirrored each other’s actions. In everything we did as a family, these two (my aunt and uncle) would be together, often holding hands.
My aunt passed away at an early age; this devastated my uncle. When anyone loses a spouse or significant other, it always seems to me as though the pain is nearly insurmountable yet through miracles they survive. It was a little different for my uncle; he lost his will to live through his loss.
He was always so inviting when we would visit him after her death. I loved taking my family to see him or to see him alone when I was in his neighborhood. I would talk with him about the old times; every conversation defaulted to family and my aunt. He loved those of us here in mortality but couldn’t wait to pass and be with his wife again.
Later, my father passed away; my uncle knew how difficult this was for me. He would tell me about times when he and my dad were young in our visits. We ended every meeting with my uncle telling me that when he got to the other side he would tell my father what I was up to.
I believe in Guardian Angels and would respond by telling him, my dad knows; he is watching out for me. I then suggested if he passed that he too would be responsible to look out for me.
One day my brother was in town and we were headed together to a resort community. I had a feeling that we should stop to see our uncle on our way out-of-town. As in our normal life, times are moving quickly and we seem to be running here and there. My uncle’s home was out-of-the-way so we both thought it would be easier to visit him on the way home in a couple of days.
I distinctly recall the thought, as we were approaching the turn off that would take us to my uncle’s, “Turn, it won’t take long.” I didn’t, I felt as we drove by; the visit would be so long we would miss our obligation. As we drove up the mountain my thought was, “We really must see him; we will in a few days on our return.”
That next morning I received a call from my cousin telling me his father had passed away. My heart sank, I then knew the impression to go see my Uncle the day before was more than a simple thought.
I will never know what if anything could have come from our seeing my uncle that day. I do know what my heart was telling me and I let time get in the way. I believe there was someone prompting me to be at my uncle’s side, if for nothing more than perhaps one more visit together.
I will see him again; he is now an angel watching over me as he committed to do. I don’t want to miss out on simple courses in life directed by love. I may not always sense when the feelings I have are important. I do know, when I am sensitive to these thoughts and follow my inner compass, things go better.
What is important here, is to know no matter what we call our guidance system; when we learn to follow it, we will be there when needed. We are not perfect; I am far from it. These moments of greater understanding do in fact aid me in my shortfalls. My hope is that when I am touched by impressions I will be in a state of mind to follow.
Times when I have needed the love of another, they too perhaps were in tune to my need through following their compass. Were their thoughts aided by my guardian angels? I hope so.