"Grandma Angel"

author wishes to remain anonymous

My grandmother died in May of 1987. In July of that same year my daughter was born. She weighted only 1 pound and 2 ounce. I couldn't bear the thought of someone else I loved leaving me. Necole was transferred to a hospital more than 2 hours from my home. As I began to drive to spend my time with the child one doctor called unsalvageable and yet another said would never know she was in the world, I began to miss grandma more than ever. She had always been someone to talk to. I began to think outloud and asked, "Should I have done what the doctor's wanted and refused treatment for Necole and just let her die? Am I strong enough to care for a little girl the doctors say will be very severely retarded"?

Finally I just cried to tired to think any more. When I arrived at the hospital, I asked how Necole was.

The nurse said, "She is fine, but didn't you see her when your grandmother was here"?

"My grandma", I asked very shocked.

"Yes, you missed her by about 5 or 10 minuets ago".

I asked her to describe her... The nurse described the woman we had buried two months earlier. At that moment, I knew my daughter would be fine. Her guardian Angel was watching out for her.

Today, my daughter is nine years old. She is smaller than anyone in her class and most everyone else in her school. She has not missed being on the honor roll ever and is one of the brightest, and most imaginative little girl anywhere.

I love and thank my angels every day...