I am taking part in the
52 Weeks of Gratitude Challenge
the prompt this week is
A Family Member
My grandfather, Pa, died when I was about two. Gramma and my aunt lived together. My aunt worked and had friends she spent time with leaving Gramma alone a lot of the time so I often stayed with her.
My favorite memory of her is when one night as she was tucking me into bed I told her the quilt was too heavy. That is when she told me about the Angels. She said it wasn’t the quilt that seemed heavy it was my Guardian Angel sitting there getting comfortable for the night. I had never heard of Guardian Angels! Gramma said everybody gets one when they are born and while we live they never leave us. She said that even when we are hurt or something bad happens they are with us so all will be well with our soul. And when we die they go with us on that last journey and make sure we know our way around heaven. Then they are reassigned and go on to meet their new baby. How awesome!
From then on I believed without a doubt that I have a Guardian Angel. I am sure there have been times I have given my Angel reason to ask for another assignment. I am just as sure there has never been a time my Angel has left me unattended and alone. I cannot imagine life without this blessing. I will always be grateful for Gramma telling me about Guardian Angels.