My father lost his beloved wife, Eileen on Monday evening after a four-month battle with cancer.
About two weeks ago, I was able to speak to her over the phone. “Your father has been my angel,” she said.
Last evening, again on the telephone, my father asked for my help in preparing Eileen’s memorial brochure for the funeral service. Even though I’ll be in Phoenix later today, he needed to get started on the information immediately. So, I sent him a photograph that I took last year at 5:30 in the morning while visiting the two of them.
As I forwarded the photo on to my father, I mentioned to him that it might be appropriate for someplace in Eileen’s memorial. I remember how she loved it so. To me, it symbolizes Heaven, with the clouds above appearing to look like angel wings. My father agreed.
“I called her my Angel,” he cried through tears.
How ironic. Two Angels. One on earth and now one in Heaven above.
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you…