I am very blessed to have 2 sisters; one whom I talk to and see quite a bit and one who lives in my heart. My oldest little sister tragically died in a car accident 22 years ago. She would have been 33 today.
We talk about Aunt Ashley all the time and when I told the girls what today was, all three of them looked up at the sky and chorused, "Happy Birthday, Aunt Ashley!!!" In the beginning of life without Ashley, I used to feel she was with me all the time. In later years, though, that feeling has slowly dissipated. I still think about her, but she seems farther away than ever. Last night, though, it felt like she was watching us.
I am an iffy spiritual person. Sometimes I really feel like G-D is with me and other times I'm not so sure. I remember after Ashley died, someone said to me, in an attempt to be comforting, "You have a guardian angel now."
"I don't want a guardian angel!," I sobbed. "I want my sister!!!"
I never really thought of Ashley as a "guardian angel" before last night. In fact, I didn't really think of it until a couple of people mentioned she was totally watching over us. I have played and replayed this accident over and over in my head. I don't know how I knew to over steer the wheel to keep from hitting the guard rail head on. I don't know how I knew to shift into park when my car wouldn't stop, ben with my foot on the break. I managed to not hit any other cars. All of this occurred at the exact same time The Doctor's flight landed. Coincidence? Probably, but maybe not.
We celebrated Ashley's birthday with ice cream sandwiches for lunch. I think she would have approved.
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