Saturday we came together to celebrate the life of my late husband, Donald. He asked that we not hold a funeral and grieve, but rather have a party so he could enjoy it as well. So thanks to Linda Apple and our daughter Jeri Henson, that’s what we did. So many friends and family gathered that I know he had a good time, as did we all.
I told everyone there that I would soon post a blog telling why I now firmly believe in angels. When I cleaned out one of the file boxes to make room for some smaller side tables, I found a note folded in fourths and stuck in the back of the top drawer. The creases were old, not recent. I opened it and found the following: Clue-he always called me Kitten, Pete’s place is where he lived when we first met, and he never ever wrote or spoke like this note flows:
Dear Kitten, Loving you, sorry I had to leave you behind. But I will be waiting at Petes place. We will all be there, to see you come dancing thru the morning dew, sun shining ——-hang on, I will get it right —–thru your golden hair.
I will be waiting for you love, Loving you Don
The reason this made me believe in angels is that I was throwing old pieces of paper away out of that drawer but something told me to open this one. It was stained and scrappy looking. But he sent it to me via the angels and I will always believe this. Heaven only knows when he wrote this and put it there or what caused him to write it. I don’t care. All I know is that he managed to speak to me through the angels after he left.
Do you believe in angels? Why or why not?