Tuesdays With The Angels-The Angels On The Writers’ Shoulders-5

It was Christmas years ago. My likable teenaged student with special needs, I’ll call Hank, was one of seventeen children. His tennis shoes were tattered and worn.  A decision was made that Christmas. I bought him some new tennis shoes and he was thoroughly delighted and thanked me.

I enjoyed watching Hank walk to class now proud of his new shoes for the rest of the year. Hank always had a smile on his face. On one of our last days of school Hank walked into class with the shoes I had given him in the same box they came in. “I got new shoes,” he said. ” Thank you.” There were new shoes on his feet and the ever present smile on his face.

“Oh please keep them, they were a gift from me to you!”  I never saw Hank again since he moved when school was over. He did write me a letter the next year and I wrote him back. Years later I  keep the tradition going of giving to children in need for Christmas.

 I’ll never forget the joy on Hanks’ face when he knew he had two pairs of shoes to wear or the sincerity of his thank you. You see all my students are still with me. Every one of them angels on the writers’ shoulders.

Tuesdays With The Angels- Angels on the Writers’ Shoulders 4

The last thing I heard was her laughter. My daughter Kate passed away years ago but I can still hear her wonderful laugh that day in my mind.Kate had such an enormous impact on my life. The nineteen years we had together changed my world for the better. I so loved being her mother. There was a song that used to play on the radio in the late seventies when she was about three and we would sing it together. ‘You and Me Against the World’ by Helen Reddy. As her mother I thought the following lines pertained to my passing first.”For all the times we cried, I always felt that God was on our side. And when one of us is gone and one of us is left to carry on… think of all the things that we’ve been through… our memories alone will see us through. Think about the days of me and you. Me and you against the world.”

I wrote my first novel “The Angel’s Daughter’  in her memory. I’ve written two more novels in the Mystic Bay Series about angels living as humans these last few years. The stories center on guidance from angels, love, loss and forgiveness. Her memory is precious helping me write and carrying me through the rainy days to the sunshiny days. For believing there is a heaven and Kate was heaven sent  and she is there…well, remembering Kate will see me through.