There are lots of stories, anecdotes, videos about guardian angels. Just Google the words and the internet will give you a list of searches. From the name of the guardian angel for a certain month or birth date to real life experiences of those who believe they have seen one.
I believe in guardian angels.
Growing up in a catholic school, and reciting the “Guardian Angel Prayer” each night infused the belief in my mind. I believe that they are each person’s security guard that God sent over to take care of us, without meddling into our daily lives. So if they are from Heaven, can all beings in Heaven be guardian angels too?
I would like to believe that.
Mom’s in Heaven now. She can be my or my sister’s or my dad‘s guardian angel but I doubt that she is mine or my sister’s. What I believe is that she’d rather choose my dad and her favorite grandchild to watch over. Yes, this is what I’d want.
Mom used to say that my sister and I are old enough to know what is or isn’t right, that we are responsible for our decisions.
With dad, well, while it may have not been obvious, she kinda looked out for him. The fights they’d have and all those bickering, they were there cause she cared. Too much, maybe, to a fault (?) Mom looked out for what dad ate. She’d accompany him to medical check ups. When he got operated on for a kidney stone, she stayed with him and never left his side at the hospital. Small things. Dad‘s alone now. In a previous post, if you will recall, I mentioned that she “appeared” to my cousin in a dream. She told her to tell my dad to take care and watch what he eats and that my sister and I take care of him. I’d say that she’s looking after him right now, not wanting anything to go wrong (especially when he eats cause boy! my dad does not know when to stop ;D )
For the grandchild, my little boy, mom didn’t want to go. About a year before she passed, she told people that she did not want to die yet because she wanted to see her grandson grow up. She loved my little one so much that she’d coax my dad into visiting us every month just so she could be with him for a weekend. I cannot express just how much my son meant to her or how much she loved him. Yes, she is his guardian angel. From the time he was born she cared for him and nurtured him like her own child. He was her world. And I am glad that he was able to experience and feel that kind of love.
I put the little one to bed each night and as I look upon his peaceful slumber, I say a little prayer of thanks to God, for bringing him to my life. For keeping him safe each moment and each day I am not with him, especially when he’s at school.
In my heart I believe she is there. Watching over them. Keeping them safe.
Mom is their guardian angel.