My Guardian Angel
My mother passed away ten months ago today.
On the one hand, I feel it’s been longer than ten months, because I’ve spent a lot of time during the last several months addressing and finalizing the financial matters related to her passing.
On the other hand, it feels like yesterday.
In any case, as I walked past one of our rooms upstairs this morning, one which Marius and I call our “atelier”, I noticed the handmade angel hanging from the lamp. This prompted me to write this post.
Mom had received several handmade angels from one of our former neighbors in Fulton, New York. This particular one hung in my mother’s apartment in Switzerland. When she entered the nursing home in March 2020, I wanted Mom to have this angel, which I placed above her bed in the nursing home.
Mom was very fond of this angel…she even called it her guardian angel…so when Mom passed away last October, I decided to take the angel as a sign of remembrance.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of Mom. I miss her dearly, and always will.
At the same time, and as strange as this may sound, I feel a great deal of comfort knowing she was able to go peacefully and without pain.
Mom is no longer among us, but I know she is with me, and every time I look at the angel hanging from our lamp, I say to myself, “Mom, now you’re my guardian angel!”
Beautifully written and a wonderful remembrance of a super-special person in our lives, who I firmly believe is watching us from a special place, together with dad.