. . . . . . . . Believing in Angels

On this day, one year ago, in the early morning hours when most of the world was asleep, my dear, sweet Grandma Vearis Anderson Orgill Lisenbee, left this life and joined her loved ones on the other side. She went from being my mortal example to my heavenly angel.

I could never have known when she left, just how much I would need her to be my angel during the last year. It was 3 months to the day from her passing, that I was hospitalized for the first time for my tumor. Only then did I begin to know (quite selfishly) that I truly needed her to be my angel, and I was grateful she was there for me, on the other side of the veil.

Since that time, I have realized that there really are angels among us. Every single day, I am touched by their efforts. Some are heavenly angels, like my sweeet Grandma. Others are our neighbors, friends, and family. In my case, I know that my parents, siblings and husband are definitely angels. :)

I have seen more miracles and more angelic acts in the last year than ever before in my life. Many of you have been the angels that answered my prayers and pleas.

When my Grandma passed away, I was saddened that I didn't "feel her" presence with me all of the time. I wanted so desperately to know that she was still here, with me. Then as the challenges of life surrmounted, I knew more than ever before, that she is still here, guiding, directly, loving and supporting me through all my trials. She is my "Ha" or "Breath of Life" as the Polynesians so wisely understand. I still miss here dearly, but I also understand now that she is even more needed where she is today, as an angel and missionary to the world.

Love and miss you, Grandma B., every single day.