I Believe in Angels Today

Of course, I believe in angels.  I gave birth to those two angels. 

However, life being life, sometimes I forget that they walk among us and those that have left us still look after us 

Today has been a rough day.  I just had this overwhelming feeling of being down.  I didn't know why but then I live with depression.  Sometimes these days just happen and I don't know why.  Finally, around noon, I became aware why this day was so hard.  It would have been my dad's birthday.  Almost 27 years since he has left this Earth.  But, he has never left me.  He just changed his perch but I know he is still there watching over me.  Even though I think of him everyday, I couldn't believe that I forgot his birthday, even when his picture popped up on my memories. 

So, I started beating myself up over forgetting the significance of the day for me.  Only people with depression can understand the need to feel more depression over your depression. 

My partner foolishly said that he and mom were up celebrating in heaven and we should celebrate the day, too.  While I was yelling at him for that insensitive remark, I realized that he was right.  My dad was a great man and the world's greatest dad.  I know because he had a t-shirt that said that.  And, my dad had the best sense of humour.  He really wanted me to remember his birthday with a smile on my face. 

So, he sent an angel to help. 

I got a random call from a lovely young lady who is getting married in a few days and was in need for a desperate a Marriage Commissioner.  She and her partner just picked me out of the list of thousands of marriage officiants on the Province of Manitoba website.  Of course, I am totally committed for the day and time she wanted.  Equally, of course, I said yes !!  Nothing is more important than the celebration of love and I can reschedule almost everything else.  The more I talked to this young bride-to-be, the more I was falling in love with her.  I literally felt love in my heart and have a huge smile on my face.   We both started crying as we were talking.  She told me that I was an angel. 

Well, I am certainly no angel.  But, I know a whole bunch of them.  Thanks, dad.  I needed that today. 

That is my dad, my inspiration for everything.  He proudly served in the Royal Canadian Air Force.  The picture is a picture so it is very grey.  That is the biggest lesson my father taught me.  Nothing is ever black and white. 

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