In honor of All Saints’ Day, I wanted to share a little story with you. It’s a great reminder for us to look around for moments that help us remember, and to treasure the memory of those we’ve lost.
For nine years, I’ve been looking for the perfect angel or lamb for the cemetery where my son is buried.
In the old part of the cemetery in our town, there is an infant’s grave with the most perfect lamb placed at the head of the marker. I’ve searched high and low for one like it, but none has ever jumped out at me. Same goes for the angel. I’ve been searching for a little boy angel for years and none have spoken to me in the “right” way.
Until one day a few months ago, I thought I would never find one. Do you know how hard it is to find a non-Cupid, non-cherub-looking, little baby boy angel? Start looking. There aren’t a lot of them out there. Or maybe I haven’t looked in the right places.
I was visiting a customer’s gardens one day a few months back and was taken aback by all the baby boy angels that were placed perfectly throughout his beautiful collection of plants. I had a hard time concentrating on the plants and beauty for the angels I was walking among.
One in particular, continued to grace my dreams and appear in my thoughts.
I sent an email to my customer the other day about something work related and added an inquiry into where he has found all the angels… that I had been searching for the perfect one for my son’s grave.
Minutes later, I was on the phone with him, both of us choking back tears, him inviting me to “please come choose the angel that I want – the one that is perfect.”
Trying to argue wasn’t getting anywhere, but honestly, all I wanted to know was where I could find an angel like the ones he had. He wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
That Thursday, I drove to his home and we walked through the green paths of his garden. Straight to the Perfect Angel.
I snapped a picture of him in his garden home before I placed him in my arms to take him to his new home at the head of my baby’s grave.
Words were shared about faith and beliefs, the goodness of people and the hope that people would be kinder to one another.
Leaving, I realized that in the gardens of his home, I was not only walking among the angels, his statues, but I was walking with an angel. Kindness comes in all forms and sometimes it’s hard to realize that we’re walking among angels of all shapes and sizes, even when the world is so full of hurt and sorrow and meanness.
Look around at those whom you walk through life with. Find your blessings and bless one another.
I bet you’ll find you, too, are walking among angels.