Pat was surrounded by an entourage of angels all of her life . They guided her footsteps all of her life, protecting and comforting her and assuring her of God's love. You could not spend any time with her without feeling their wings brush you. Her father, her grandmother, her first granddaughter and most recently, her Beloved, all took turns guiding her hand and protecting her. I am sure there were many others as well, friend and family gone before. Pat was no fan of angelology. She did not feel any need for intercession with God on her behalf, so this understanding of her life must be mine and not hers. I know that she did believe she would see her loved ones again and felt their presence. Call it projection, or the Collective Unconscious, or wishful thinking, I don't really care.
I remember the shape of her hands and radiant color of her eyes; the sound of her laugh and the warmth of her hugs; the taste of her cooking and the care she took with the things she loved; her wisdom and her devotion to others.
As for me, I joyfully anticipate the brush of her wings.
April 23, 2013
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