The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God. ~ Quoted in The Angels’ Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994
In 2004 my husband was in the market for a mid-seventies Corvette or Trans Am to add to his antique car collection. He saw an advertisement in the newspaper that looked interesting from a private owner that was selling a Trans Am. He called the number and a woman answered the telephone. She told my husband that the car had been her husband’s but he had died a few days ago. His death had come about suddenly. She hadn’t even buried him yet. Still, she said he should come by and take a look at it.
I had no interest in my husband’s car hobby. He had been looking for awhile by himself – it really didn’t matter to me what car he decided to buy. But it was the weekend, the woman’s house was an hour’s drive away, and he asked me to take a ride with him. I agreed to go along.
The woman had a very nice house, nestled on a wooded lot. A very lovely blonde in her fifties answered the door. She told us that the car was in the garage on the side of the house. She said that the garage had been her husband’s special place. He had turned it into a museum for his many collectibles. She opened the garage door and we were invited to look around. Knowing nothing at all about the Trans Am, she handed my husband the keys and told him to pull it out onto the driveway where he could look it over. While he was absorbed in examining the engine, the two of us stood nearby and chatted.
She told me that she and her husband had always been very close. It had just been the two of them; they had no children. The woman said that the reality of her husband’s death hadn’t fully hit her yet. She didn’t know how she would handle everything without him. I said the only thing I could think to say to console her. “Everything will be okay” I said, repeating it about three times in the course of our conversation because it seemed to comfort her. I asked if she had felt her husband’s presence around her since his death; that he probably was still with her. She said she had been talking to him, but didn’t feel like he was there. Just then the telephone rang. She excused herself and went into the house.
When she came back outside she had a look of relief on her face. She looked curiously at me and said, “I know now that everything will be okay.” I asked her what had changed, how she knew that. Did it have something to do with the phone call she had just received? She said no, it had happened after she hung up the telephone. She said, “I was standing in the living room when I suddenly heard my husband’s voice say, ‘Everything will be okay. He used the same exact words that you did. Now I know that it’s true.” She said, “You are the angel he sent to me to deliver those words. You were brought to me for that purpose.” I gave her a hug and she smiled serenely. Then she looked at me and said, “I can’t thank you enough for coming. You are right–I am going to be just fine.”
I had no doubt.
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