Our Missed Christmas: Small Excerpt From Book Writing

The Angel story was still a mystery to me, I had been told by a few of the floor Nurses about it, but couldn’t understand fully or check to see for myself exactly what was supposed to have happened just outside the large hospital window next to the bed I lay in.

As the story went, Outside of my hospital room window, down on top of a very large massive air conditioning unit there was said to have been the formation of an “angel”. It had appeared and was reported back in 1998, this would have been just a few years earlier as it was currently 2002. The phenomenon was awesome for me to hear, and it would be quite sometime before I really knew the full story that had been written and reported on a television news report. I believe it was also reported nationally.

I was currently too weak to move, hooked up to a machine and many tubes connected to various colored bags were feeding me a variety of different concoctions, they frequently drained and had to be changed. Just seeing it was quite frightening, they were continuously dripping into my body. I would frequently close my eyes and wonder how I had come to this, what had been so wrong with me that I now was lying in the hospital what seemed like endless days and nights.

I could not get out of my bed even to try and reach for a cup of water which lay right close to me on the side swinging arm table top. I no longer had the strength to move even a little, a nurse or aide would hopefully come and help me when I needed something. I had wanted to keep my mind busy and pass the time by reading a magazine or newspaper, however I would drop everything I attempted to pick up as I had become very weak, there was little strength in my arms. In front of my bed the large white wall was to become the visual landscape of my life for a very long recovery period. On that wall was a good sized gold framed picture of an “angel”.

An inspiring picture, I would look at often and mentally try and connect. I had been through so much that I was now mentally corresponding with a picture! I believe it was my way of praying, asking for forgiveness, did I do something that awful to have ultimately landed me here? Away from the very things, and mostly people I loved, especially my young son who prayed daily for my safe return home.