A Few of My Angels

A Few of My Angels

There are times as we are dwelling on this planet called earth that we need a soft, yet strong hand to lift us up. One that lets us know we are not trudging this road of life alone. I’m thankful for those that took the time to be my angels while their spirits existed alongside mine. 

In the past few years three such people have left this earthly life and are in a much better place. A place with no sorrow and no cares.  How my heart longs for them to still be here. Three unique individuals that didn’t have much in common aside from their hearts that held the gift of not only saying they cared, but putting those words into action.  

A few may recall reading my blog post about my grandmother.  Approximately four months later my beloved Mamma passed away. She was 98 years when she slipped out of her earthy body.  She was always my rock. She was always the shoulder to cry on or the place to go for direction in this life that gets overbearing at times. I saw my grandmother help so many in her life time. She would put others before herself on a daily basis. I believe in essence that is what led to her death. A time she spent giving her all in helping a family member that was ill. She wouldn’t take time to care for and nurture herself. There were not enough hands reaching out to her. Although I tried I wasn’t there enough. 

Another angel that strolled around down here awhile was Lori. I had the privilege of meeting her when I was in the hospital for a short period of time. She was my nurse and cheerleader at that time. She was someone that came along at the right time and showed me how to reach down deep inside and fight for my life. Lori and I stayed in touch after that time. I never knew the struggles going on in her life. Not until her life ended. 

My unsuspected angel came as a surprise. I met him soon after my separation. Leo encouraged me to start writing again and to start this blog. He was just another customer that came in my place of employment on a frequent basis.  A big and quirky man with white hair and a mind full of life experiences. Leo never could quite figure me out and I liked it that way. Over the course of the short few years I knew him he and I became friends. That can be a task with me since I don’t mesh well with shallowness. Leo wasn’t shallow though. He had a huge heart that wanted to fix things and make people happy.  The man was an encouraging soul that had a hard time accepting the help he needed. I would check in on him and try to prod him to get out of the depths of despair he was in. He would retort back to me the same. Leo is another giver that is no longer with us. 

All three kindred spirits of mine, it seems. I believe those of us that possess that gift get immeasurable pleasure in helping others. I also believe we do without that gift being given to us until we are dry. An empty vessel with nothing left to give. Not even to ourselves. 

I had a professor in a psychology class that told us that those in the Doctorate program she was in had go to counseling.  Those that help the most tend to need it the most but avoid their own needs. A couple months into the class she had to be quickly replaced.  She had given her all.

For all the angels that tread the land of this existence called life. To the givers, the ones that care more than most folks and the one’s with big caring hearts, the mamma’s, the Lori’s and the Leo’s, take care of yourselves. Reach your hand out to others.  This world needs more like you.