I believe that my mother is my angel. I decided to do some research on angels and I found that we are all assigned different angels when we are born to this world. My mommas angel is the angel of patience and protection. He was there to do all that he could to protect her path and eliminate evil. His greatest gift to my momma was the energy he transmitted within her; a positive force that leaves peace, love and beauty in its' aftermath. God's presence reigns mightily in his spirit. His main issue is survival. It's quite ironic that my momma was a survivor. She breathed air through her heart and soul.
My momma had this song played at her dad's funeral. She believed that he was the wind beneath her wings. It's amazing how much love she could have towards a man she hadn't seen in decades. That taught me that feelings can be strong even without presence. This song was also played at my momma's funeral. I believe that she was, is, and always will be the wind beneath my wings. She is what gets me through the hard times. Just knowing that she is there to protect me helps me be not afraid. My momma had her angel watching over her when she was born....beings that she was premature and didn't have alot of chance of living. But I believe that her angel had a plan for her. One that I never understood until now. She was the most loving and caring person that I have ever known and she has passed that on to me. There is alot to say about a person that has so much compassion for life. Although she is not with me in body; she is with me in mind and soul. She will always be my angel.
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