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ОглавлениеMisty Angel
Summersnow Wilson
Arkansas
sunuluv@aol.com
My beautiful daughter Misty Angel died at the tender age of just fifteen. I have since received many signs from my daughter. In fact, I believe my first sign was a couple days before her funeral. I was sitting at my desk trying to write something to be read at her funeral when I clearly felt someone touch my hair. Angel always used to look over my shoulders and touch my hair when she was on this earth. I turned around not able to see her, but I could feel her presence.
One day I did without a $5.00 lunch because I felt it was money I could put toward paying for her headstone. I left the house for a while, and when I came back, Angel's bedroom door, which had been closed, was open. Lying directly in front of her door was a $5.00 bill which had not there before I left the house. And since I lived alone at that time, no one else could have put it there. I took the hint, thanked my daughter, and went out to get myself that lunch.
Angel always used to cuddle next to me in bed. Since her passing, I've felt her cuddle next to me, especially when I've had a bad day.
I had a long-time boyfriend that I never wanted to marry due to my previous bad marriage. He was understanding and just accepted the fact that I was self-supportive and had no plans to get married again. But, after my daughter's death, I began to change my mind. One evening, I spoke to Angel in what I call a sort of spirit telepathy and asked her to somehow lead my boyfriend to want to marry me. The very next day, he asked me to marry him.
On the anniversary date of my daughter's death, several of her friends gathered with me in her memory. We were packing up to go to lunch when I walked out to the road to pick up some of my equipment. Suddenly, I heard Angel's voice, and I looked up noticing that a vehicle was headed straight toward me. At that moment, I felt Angel in front of me holding me in my spot when another car appeared suddenly out of the blue. It diverted the vehicle that was coming right at me and pushed it to the other side of the road.
The vehicle ended up going through some trees and flipping over. I watched in horror as it eventually came to rest upside down three houses away from me on the same side of the road. By this time several of the others, who had joined us for the day, ran to help the driver. The man was drunk and got out of the vehicle without a scratch. When I finally made my way over to him, he looked at me and said, “Where is your little girl?” I was confused and asked, “What do you mean?” He replied, “The little girl that was standing in front of you, where is she?”
I couldn't bring myself to respond so I just turned around and walked away. Afterward, we all proceeded to go to lunch. My daughter's best friend and I talked about what happened, and both of us just started crying. I had no doubt that my daughter had been there protecting me by bringing that other car to divert the one which was in my path.
Angel always seems to find a way to get her messages to me. On my way to work before the Christmas season, I was dreading the holidays and the fact that Angel's birthday was approaching. I spoke to her in the spirit saying, “Angel, please show Mommy somehow that I'm supposed to be here continuing this fight. Please show me a sign because Mommy is tired and doesn't know how to make it through your birthday and the holiday season without you.”
Shortly after I got to work, a lady came up to my desk and handed me a flyer. I looked down at it and read something about Christmas on the Square on December 1st at 5:00 p.m. December 1st is Angel's birthday and 5:00 p.m. is the exact time she was born. According to the flyer, the town was celebrating the start of the holiday season with a parade and carnival (her favorite activity). I couldn't have asked for a better sign.
Many months later, I happened to read about another bereaved mom named Ruby who claimed to be in regular contact with her son. I emailed her and inquired whether she could ask her son to make sure someone was watching over Angel in heaven. I also asked her why my daughter did not speak with me the way her son seemed to speak to her. Below is her response. Keep in mind that this woman knew nothing about me or my daughter. Ruby had never been to my house. I never told her how my daughter died and that I had found her on the floor in her bedroom. There is also no way she could have known that I had since remarried and that the kitchen is one of the rooms where I miss my daughter the most.
Here's what she wrote:
Last night during our before bedtime chat, my son invited your Misty Angel to join us. It seems that Ben had been looking over my shoulder and read your e-mail. At first, she was very quiet and gradually told me that she watches over you, especially when you're in the kitchen. She said to tell you that her time had been decided before the earth was created.
She completed her purpose for coming and you are to know that's the reason God chose you as her mother. She says to tell you that she's no longer fifteen and that she is growing up but will not grow old so you needn't worry. When you get there, she'll still be your same little girl, only in adult form. Also, she now loves her stepdad and is happy he's in your life. She doesn't want you to be lonely or sorrowful. Ben says your daughter smiles and laughs a lot, and Angel says that's how she wants you to remember her, not in the bedroom.
She couldn't stay to say goodbye because you couldn't have let her go and she had to leave as Jesus, Himself, took her hand and raised her up. You didn't do anything wrong; nothing was your fault. She says, “You're the angel, Mom, not me!” She thanks you for the love you gave that she took with her.
She hasn't contacted you outright because she doesn't want you to put her first in your life the way you used to do. She wants you to live, laugh, and have fun, fun, fun—that's what she wants for you.
One of my daughter's best attributes was the way she always wanted to have fun. She would always say, “Mom, you need to laugh more often and have more fun.” Ruby knew nothing about me yet she was able to correctly answer questions I had asked my daughter. I have no doubt that every word came directly from my Misty Angel.