He’s Our Guardian Angel

My husband. He’s been dead for over ten years. Yesterday he saved my daughter and grandson’s life. Yes, I do believe it was him who saved them. Somehow. Perhaps by telling them it was time to go inside. Or by holding up that huge heavy tree for ten more minutes so they could be safely tucked away inside the house.

It was a beautiful summer evening, and my daughter and her little son were playing outside, having a wonderful time. There was no wind whatsoever, no signs at all of what was about to happen. After playing in the yard for a while, they headed inside. About ten minutes later, there was a loud crash. And when they looked out the window, all they could see was leaves and branches of a tree.

The tree had fallen from across the street right into their yard and onto their front porch. The front door was almost completely blocked. They all were very shaken, shocked and upset, and the kid was downright freaking out. But no one got hurt and that is truly a miracle.

On my drive over there, I kept thinking how those ten minutes meant the difference between life and death. I could have lost them that evening. I thank God they’re alive. It could have ended so badly. Life is so fragile, you just never know…

Every time I think about what could have happened, I can feel the tears starting to well up. Today, while organizing files on my laptop, I came upon a photo of my late husband. As soon as I saw the picture of him, smiling with a glint in his eyes, I knew it had been him who saved them. There was this energy…and it was as if we connected at that moment and he told me, “Yeah, I did that!”

Call me crazy, but I’m convinced that it was him. He saved them. He’s our guardian angel.