yesterday, we spent some time sorting through grandma’s belongings. it was a sweet time together as a family. reminiscing and laughing and crying. we each saved items that held special meaning to us.
the boys have always loved the cabinet under grandma’s tv, as it held their favorite toys. they would head straight for it as soon as we entered her home. dave and i moved that cabinet to our barn to be used in the farmhouse. nathan cried when it was moved and said he didn’t want it moved to the barn because it was grandma’s. it was heart-wrenching and my heart broke seeing his confusion and pain.
i found this little angel figurine in that cabinet before we moved it. i was instantly drawn to it and thought it needed to be in S’s room. as i looked at it, i asked the others and realized that none of us had seen or noticed it before. we all remarked that it was bizarre that grandma had a brown angel figurine. as crazy as it sounds, i feel like this was another reminder that S is being cared for and protected. divine intervention, maybe. i don’t know the story behind this particular angel figurine, but i love it and will always treasure it.