Mothers
Are Always There
Submitted by Cathryn
When I was six years old, my mother had
passed away. Everybody was in shock because her passing had happened so suddenly
that nobody was expecting it. After her passing, I clung more to her mother
then I did to my father's mom. I felt like I belonged more with her than
anybody else. Somebody who understood me and who could understand what I was
going through when I was growing up. My grandmother lives in Florida, and since
I live in Virginia, it's really hard for me to see her. But that doesn't stop
the bond that we share.
Well, one night when I was about 15, I was
talking to my grandmother on the phone the night before Mother's Day and she
muttered "I wonder what she will do tomorrow" and puzzled by the
mental note that she had spoken out loud, I questioned it. She explained to me
that every year since my mother has passed, she always does something to Grandmother
to show that she is still with her. Of course I didn't believe her until she
told me the story of what had happened 2 years previously. My Grandmother was
asleep in bed and it was about 3 in the morning when the phone started to ring.
She answered it, but nobody spoke when she said hello. It was just silent. So
the next morning when she got up, she checked the caller id and the number that
had called her was from her cell phone in her purse that had been turned off
the night before. So she had explained to me that she was most certain that it
was my mother who was sending her a message of love. The next year, my
grandmother decided that she would clean her room up a little, and while she
dusted a picture of her and I, she saw another picture sticking out from the
back of it. So she opened it up to find a picture of my mother from when she
was in the army and a picture of my mother, father and I. She claimed that she
had never seen those pictures in her life, and that she is the one that had put
the main picture in the frame and she had no idea how the rest of those
pictures got there.
Because of those stories that my grandmother
has told me, I can honestly say that I believe in angels and always will. After
my mother passed, my grandmother needed someone and I can say that I think that
my mother had understood that and now shows that she is there for her and
always watching over her.
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