Friday, January 25, 2013

THE SHAPE OF AN ANGEL...


Aunty takes many forms...

The spirit of Aunty is everywhere! I've said that many times because many times I'm reminded that it's true. Take for example yesterday in 4° weather. There I was trying to stay warm as I walked from the barn to my car. I was doing a friend a favor and dropping her little girls off to horseback riding lessons. The entire experience continued to bring Aunty close to mind. Simply driving in my car makes me think of Aunty. We did that a lot and she loved sitting next to me happily as we drove along. It never really mattered where we were headed, but we just loved being together. The two little girls seven and 10 years old that I was driving to the stable made me think of Aunty. I wished that she were there to see and enjoy them. Aunty adored children. Little ones bonded instantaneously with her as if she were their the great great grandmother. She would love these little girls…. long hair, big eyes, and smiles. They couldn't wait to ride. Once we arrived, seeing all those stunning creatures we call horses greeting me with what felt like human eyes made me think of my late Aunty even more. Aunty loved horses. She had a profound affinity for animals. 
even waiters loved Aunty

She was like a saint in that way. All of God's creatures gravitated towards her as if they were hungry and only she held their food. After dropping the girls off and walking back to my car in the frigid weather surrounded by trees (certainly another of Aunty’s favorite things) the Aunty momentum was building and I started to talk to her. I just looked up to the sky and proclaimed…
“I love you Aunty! I mean I really love you!!!” And then I just wished with all my heart that she would be sitting in the car waiting for me just like she always was. And I would bundle her up, help her with her gloves, and we would drive off as two of the happiest people on earth. But, of course, since Aunty is in heaven, and eternal, she was not necessarily sitting in my car waiting for me. However, as I stood there in nature on an earthy spot of land on a cold afternoon Aunty appeared. Yes she did, she most certainly did. I couldn't believe it! 
Suddenly before me on the pebbly and sandy road in 4° weather there was a bright white heart calling out to me. Some snow and ice had formed a heart exactly where I was standing and communicating with Aunty. And here it is. I didn't believe it either. I just stood there almost frozen with red cheeks, red nose, and the warmest heart. Just like she did when she was physically here, she warmed me to my soul. It was a moment I will never forget. A knowingness, a sign, a keen sense that Aunty is and always will be with me.  She'll warm me in winter and soothe me in summer. She is the spring; she has the depth, richness, and wisdom of the fall. She's an Angel for all seasons…. Following me, comforting me, inspiring me, and keeping me warm.

By following Ageless with Aunty she will keep you warm too. I promise. Her legacy lives on…..as my friends know…The Spirit of Aunty is palpable.

Coming next….I talk with a world famous chef!

5 comments:

Jessica Knight said...

Renee, this post is so beautifully written! Your attention to the smallest details give life to your memories of Aunty. Your writer's mind is a blessing, keeping you attuned to all those little ways Aunty is expressing her love back to you!

brianamet said...

It's nice to know in the bleak and cold winter, you have Aunty's ongoing love to keep you warm!
Thanks for sharing with us.

Nawang P said...

I have always admired your love and affection towards to your Great Aunt. I am sure she will keep you warm and watch you throughout. Keep it up!

Michael said...

I believe in signs from loved ones or from passed ones or guardian angels or Saints or G-d.
You are blessed to see signs or communication from your deceased aunty, letting you know that she is thinking of you and is near to her heart.
You are one lucky and loved niece.

Anonymous said...

I truly can see a snow flake heart as communication from your aunty on this dry dirt/stony road. I know this is not a hoax, because I have read all of your posts about the wonders of aunty- past and present. Your writing is poetic and loving. I guess this is what you would still call being Ageless even after death. by Anonymous Guy (AG)

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