My Guardian Angel

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My Guardian Angel

by obiewon on Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:58 AM

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When I was 11 I had the sweetest teacher ever. She taught science and English. One day she drew a picture of the brain on the black board. She wrote a word only I knew: Cerebral. I gulped hard. Then she wrote cerebral palsy on the board. My eyes went down. But then she walked over to me. She told the other kids my disability was out in the open. And I needed to be strong and never be afraid of anything. Two years later my wonderful,smart teacher approached my mom in a bookstore. I remember her dress, but also her sadness. She announced she found a lump. I tried not to think of a word I rarely heard. CANCER. It could not be happening to her! Not to my teacher who knew my pain! It wasn't her. But it was. My wonderful teacher had cancer. Our summer was clouded. I should have been excited since I was going to High School. But with my beloved teacher having cancer I couldn't be happy. I cried mostly every day. On the day of her surgery, it poured. I thought that heaven was crying too. A few weeks later it was confirmed it was breast cancer. Then one day in August I received a letter from her Five hours of surgery. Then chemo. Despite her pain, her lllness, her trips to NY. She always wrote to me. When I had surgery in 75 she came to see me. But she was out of remission. She told me just to get well. But I wanted her well. As a few years passed by I saw her looking tired, but forever hopeful. The year I entered college was the year I found out she was dying. I called and asked to visit her. But she asked me not to visit. I began to cry. All she said was that she loved me very much and she would never forget me. She died on July 1st.1980. Years went by. 30 years actually and she came to visit me in a dream. The dream was in PINK. She brought me pink flowers. I had been ill and she waltzed into my room and gave me flowers. She told me it was time to get moiving. I stood up! Hugged her. I gave her the flowers. But she told me all her hope was that I be able to go home to my family. I woke up. So happy that after 30 years I had that once in life time dream. She was healthy! Smiling and so beautiful. She visits me in my dreams. She and I talk about death and life. We are holding hands. Then one night she was at my bedside telling me my own pain( from a spine disease) would not be for ever. I never felt more assured that there were angels. Indeed she never complained or asked why she was sick. She prepared her children for her death. While she prepared me for life. And yes a life with pain and illness but she is still walking beside me. Her birthday is in February. This past February I missed her more than usual. I took my balloons and set them free and watched as they floated towards heaven. And I blew her a kiss. I pray to her. I often feel her closeness. I know her wonderful spirit is alive in me and in my dreams. She has gotten me through many fearful nights. And each time I see pink flowers I think of her coming into my hospital room telling me to get moving. She will always be my angel. I can't wait to see her one day in heaven.
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