I’m not sure what inspired me to share this story with you today but maybe a few of you will find it interesting. Maybe a few won’t believe but that is for you to decide.
Let me give you a bit of background first. When I was going into 8th grade, my parents thought it would be a good idea to transfer to Tampa, FL. We spent the summer there living near the beach and I went to school there through December. In early January, they had decided that living in FL was not working out… so we moved back to Texas. While in FL, we made very close friends with our older next door neighbors. I had never had a grandmother close by while growing up so the wife, who we will call “L”, became like an adopted grandmother to me and her husband, who we will call “F”, like a grandfather. Even though we spent very little time living next to them, we all ended up loving them and keeping in touch to this day.
We moved back to Texas in Jan of 1991 but every summer would go for a short trip back to FL to visit L and F. Between 1991 and 1994, F had suffered a stroke that affected one side of his body. It also came to light during that time that he had cancer. In the summer of 1994, we payed L and F our annual visit and brought my best friend along. L, my mother and my BF decided to go take a walk on the beach. I for some reason did not want to go. I think I was tired or just dealing with stuff that teenage girls deal with. Anyway, I decided to spend time with F in the living room and sit with him while he watched TV.
L and F had a sun room in the back of their house, as most Floridians do. From the couch where I sat in the living room, I could see directly into the backyard. As F watched TV, I happened to glance up and saw…in the backyard….a woman. A beautiful woman wearing a white gown with blazing red hair. She appeared to be glowing, and I could not see her feet. Her gown was flowing, as if there was heavy wind….however there was no wind outside that day. She was not looking at me and once I blinked, she was gone. Being a bit freaked out, I said nothing to F and left the room. I went into the bedroom, where I sat and contemplated what I had just seen. I thought I was going crazy and didn’t say anything to anyone about it.
A few months later, sadly F lost his battle with cancer passed on. When my mother told me, I realized instantly what I had seen. She was F’s angel. She had been there watching over him until the time came to accompany him to heaven. Then I was able to tell my story without anyone thinking I was nuts…as it all made sense. We still speak with L often and she remains one of the family’s dearest friends. I know that she has her own angel watching over her as we all do.
Have you ever had an angel experience? What was it like?