Everything is still fresh in my mind. Probably the worst day of my life and
the one that changed me, Harmony, the most.
I still remember walking into the hospital that day, on my way to ICU in the local city hospital to visit my Grandma who was sick. She had lung cancer a few years prior and now suffered a heart attack. As I walk in and see her, my best friend, my confidant, I want to cry, just run away and hide in a corner and disappear, I close my eyes wishing to wake up, but no avail, I'm still awake, and everything is still the same. Looking at her that day, I still can't believe it was her, she has always been a pillar of strength for me to lean on when I needed her, and now she just lay there hooked too life support looking frail and limp. She had always been there for me, and now it was my turn to return the favor.
She passed away that Thursday morning, August 28, this is what changed me forever. It was time for me to depend upon myself for that strength that she had always given me, for some reason, it just wasn't the same. I know, somehow she was still watching me, protecting me, she was my Guardian Angel. I still believe that it was not fate that dealt me what was is still to come, but a greater love, God, and my special Angel. It was fall 1965, perhaps the most vivid year in my memory.
Written by Jeanna. May not be reproduced without the permission of the author. Permission may be obtained by e-mail.
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