This week I was going through some of Miss O.'s drawers, putting away clothes that were too small and finding homes for her new presents. I came across a small organza bag, within the bag is a tiny bracelet with a little silver angel attached to it. My breath caught in my throat, as hot tears welled up in my eyes. Why? Well, we have to go back about 5 years.
My mother passed away from Ovarian cancer when I was 7 months pregnant with Miss O. She had fought a hard fight for almost 5 years, as the cancer ravaged her body. In the months leading up to the baby's birth, I was taking care of the estate. Putting the house up for sale, paying bills, making sure everything was the way she wanted. I was totally on autopilot, until March 7, 2004, when I went into labor.
Fast forward one year. Miss O.'s first birthday. I was back to work and working nights at that time and I remember being really bummed that I had to go to work on her birthday. When the mail came that day, I was surprised to find a large envelope addressed to Miss O. The return address was from an online business, that I had never, even to this day, bought anything from. I opened the envelope and the only thing in it was the bag with the bracelet.
Not a note, not a card, nothing. Just the bracelet.
I called M. and asked him if he ordered it. He said no. I called family and friends, no one claimed that they had sent anything by mail. I was puzzled, but figured someone would let me know they sent it eventually.
Later that day, at work, I logged onto my email. As I looked down my inbox at the new emails, the hair on the back of my neck rose. Sitting in my email was a new email from my mother. I remember being angry at first. How dare someone pull such an awful trick on me? And how many of my relatives and my mom's friends had received it? I replied to the email, it was the kind that are sent out for you from a company, explaining that the email needed to be removed from their database.
Here's the thing though...NO one else, not even my sister has ever received an email from my mom post-mortem. And to this day, I've never had anyone admit to sending the bracelet to Miss O.
I believe now that it was from my mom, and I like to think that an angel made it all happen.
Do you believe in angels?
Take a gander at what the rest of the class is showing here.