
Originally Posted by
waltero
It sounds like you give your all, helping the ones you love. Let's hope were not standing with the Goats when greeting our loved ones for the final time. I look forward to heaven and giving praise to my GOD. What a wonderful feeling!
I always feel the need to give up this life (just get up and walk away) but I enjoy my family and friends too much.
Here's a story I wrote about my guardian angel who's still with me. We'll get to Heaven before you will, so look me up and we'll introduce you around.
AngelWolf: A True Story
by
Wondergirl, c2015
I’m five years old.
My guardian angel is AngelWolf.
He’s my special friend.
He’s tall and strong.
He wears a long white angel robe over his thick gray fur.
His ears stick up through his halo.
Sometimes when he wiggles his ears, his halo falls off.
That makes me giggle.
Only I can see AngelWolf.
Oh, and God can see him, too.
And the other angels, of course.
Mommy can’t see AngelWolf.
“Mommy, you’re sitting on AngelWolf’s lap!”
Daddy can’t see AngelWolf.
“Daddy, you’re standing on AngelWolf’s foot!”
When it’s time for lunch, AngelWolf and I sit at my little table.
AngelWolf is too big for the little chair.
His knees stick up almost to his chin.
His angel skirt bunches up around his legs.
He looks silly, but I don’t dare laugh.
I don’t want to hurt his feelings.
(Mommy and Daddy say, “Be kind to people and animals.”)
Also, I don’t want AngelWolf to be mad at me.
Mommy sets out two placemats with pictures of flowers on them.
Then she puts out two little plates, one for me and one for AngelWolf.
Mommy folds napkins in half the long way,
Puts one to the right of each little plate,
Makes pb&j sandwiches on soft Wonder white bread,
But refuses to cut off the crusts.
“That would be wasteful,” she says.
Daddy says crusts put hair on your chest.
(I don’t think I want hair on my chest, but AngelWolf doesn’t mind more hair on his.)
Then she cuts the sandwiches into triangles especially for AngelWolf and me.
She puts the sandwich triangles on the little plates.
(AngelWolf apparently eats his triangles and the crusts because they always disappear.)
AngelWolf takes a nap when Darlene Hayes comes over to play with me.
Darlene lives right up the hill in a big white house.
She’s my best friend (except for AngelWolf, of course).
She has a Cocker Spaniel puppy.
When I go to her house, we comb the puppy’s curly ear fur.
But AngelWolf always stays next to me when Kenneth is around.
Kenneth lives next door.
Kenneth is the neighborhood bully.
He is fat.
And he is mean!
Once he pushed my tricycle into the ditch next to the street.
I ran home crying.
Another time, he even tried to cut down our brick house.
He used silver school scissors to saw at a corner.
How dare he hurt my house!
Screaming for Mommy, I ran into the house.
“Make Kenneth stop!”
She stuck her head out of the back door and told Kenneth to go home.
He looked at me and made mad faces.
“You’ll be sorry,” he said.
AngelWolf protects me from Kenneth.
Sometimes Kenneth walks toward our house.
AngelWolf whispers to me to go indoors.
I do.
Then I am safe.
Another time, Daddy was in the driveway.
He was backing up the car to go someplace.
He’s a Lutheran pastor so he was probably going to do pastor work.
He didn’t see me.
I was behind the car on my tricycle.
AngelWolf was sitting on the grass and watching me.
Daddy felt a bump as he knocked me over.
AngelWolf shouted at Daddy, “Stop the car!”
Daddy must have heard AngelWolf yelling
’Cause he stopped the car and quickly got out.
He picked me up.
I was crying.
But I was okay.
And my trike was okay, too.
When I was a grownup, AngelWolf would ride shotgun when I drove to my public library job. He and I had a lot of fun challenging each other with Dewey Decimal duels or reciting Bible verses. (I always won the Dewey Decimal duels, and AngelWolf always won the Bible-verse challenges. AngelWolf taught me a memory trick that the Flood story is mostly in Genesis 7. The number 7 looks like a faucet that water – a “flood” -- comes out of. Ha ha! Now you won’t forget either.)
The years went by fast.
Now it’s 2015.
AngelWolf and I are retired.
We nap a lot.
Sometimes we text each other just for fun. (We have cell phones and are so modern!)
But we still eat pb&j sandwiches cut into triangles.
And we still eat the crusts.
For a change of pace, we put on SueBee honey instead of jelly.
And now we eat 100% whole wheat bread and take vitamin D3.
AngelWolf and I are very “with it”: we read e-books on our Kindles.
We watch “Jeopardy” and “Big Bang Theory.”
We still have Dewey Decimal duels and Bible-verse challenges now and then.
Someday I will die and AngelWolf will fly with me in his arms up to Heaven.
In Heaven, we will still be best friends.
Maybe in Heaven we won’t have to eat crusts.