There Are Angels Among Us-In Memory Of Amy-Part Two

I was angry. Angry at God. Angry at the world. Amy should be here.

“For God's sake! She was only forty-five!” I thought to myself. “She needs to be here to see her daughter grow up. It’s just not fair!”

This shouldn’t even be happening. It was not that long ago that we were in front of her bathroom mirror. Hair clippers in hand. Crying and laughing. Getting rid of that failing hair. Amy loved her hair. We said, "Who would have ever thought that I would ever be shaving your head!" We laughed to keep from crying.

The service at the church was beautiful. Colorful flowers lined the walls. The church was filled with so many people that came to say goodbye. I was one of the pallbearers.

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

The funeral service is over. I’m still so angry. I rode to the cemetery in a car with the other pallbearers. I caught a ride back to my car, which was parked at the town library, across the street from the church where the service was held. It was now about an hour or so after the service.

Amy and I had a joke between us. She said if I was walking down the street in Time Square, out of all the thousands of people around me, I would have someone come up and talk to me. Ask me for money. Tell me I look like somebody they know. Try and shake my hand. It always happened everywhere we went. We laughed about it all the time.

As I was getting in my car, I saw a man walking down the sidewalk, carrying a handful of clothes on hangers. It looked like dry cleaning. He glanced at me as he walked by. He kept walking a few more feet, stopped and looked at me again. As he starting walking away again, he completely turned around and headed straight for me.

"Here we go again!” I thought to myself. “I wonder what this guy will ask me this time? He will probably want money or something.”

As he approached me, he extended his hand to shake mine. When he spoke, he appeared to be mentally disabled. “I’m not trying to bother you or anything,” he said as he withdrew his hand back to his pocket. “I was just supposed to come tell you something.”

I chuckled to myself and said, ”OK, just what is it that you are supposed to tell me?”

He looked at me with a serious look on his face and said, ”God told me to tell you that she’s OK. She is just fine. She’s in Heaven now. He said you needed to know that. That’s all I had to say. That's what I was supposed to tell you “

He nodded and began to walk away. I watched him until he was out of sight.

A strange peace came over me. I suddenly felt calm. At ease. That message, from a stranger, had made my anger disappear.

I knew Amy was smiling to see yet another unknown person had approached me, but this time with a message that I needed to hear.

So now you know. There are angels among us.

I had just talked to one.

From the mind of me.