Our Angels watch over us

Soon after the premature trip of my beloved son for Our Father's arms, I decided to write this blog that is accessed daily by hundreds of people around the world. As I leave my email on the blog, I often receive emails from mothers and fathers who tell their stories of love and pain and that I, as someone who knows well this circuitous path, feel honored to share my feelings and offer my humble experience in pursuit of peace.

I received the message that I transcribe below from a mother named Sonya Brown that  authorized the publication. For writing, I believe she lives in the U.S. which is the second country which most visit the site, followed by Germany, Russia, Portugal, Ukraine and France.

The  dear friend of pain and love shared the beautiful story that I now share with you all:

“I lost my 16 year old son to a car accident 23 months ago. The pain that im sure you understand is so great still that its hard to breathe. Id like to share with you something that enlightened me somewhat. On march 31 of this year I almost lost my daughter in a car accident. As you cccan imagine I was beyond devastated. She suffered a broken neck that should have killed her, along with shattered pelvis, both legs ruptured bladder and crushed arteery. No doctor could believe she was not only alive but not paralysed. I can only believe my son protected her. She was in an induced coma and I  knew if she could, she would fight to be ok. She witnessed me at my weakest and I knew she wouldnt letme go thru that again. More than once the doctors didnt think shed make it. The 10th is the date I lost my son. It is a date every month that I was reminded of what I lost.  While in the hospital I realized that this happened for a reason, id pulled myself away from everyone and created a world around me like he wasnt gone and id neglected the people I love that were still here and needed me. So on the 9th of april, I held my daughters hand and looked up and released my sons soul, I released the hold I had on him because she needed me and there was nothing I could do on this earth for him. I had to wake up to reality for the things I could not change for the things that I could. My daughter woke up that night and the next day I heard the words mom I love you. It was the 10th. So a day that meant death now meant life. That was his gift. I do believe it was his way of helping me. I took this picture , its the place where my son lost his life. I parralled his accident with hers when I got the call. I so many times wondered what if hed survived, what if I hads to help him heal, would I have handled it? Would he have been strong? And I found myself in the position to know. Yes I can handle it. in less than 2 years two children, two accidents. I know tragity,  I know pain. But I also know hope. And I know that even though they are gone, they are always still around when u really need them. That is the greatest feeling in my heart, that he was able to show me thst.”

This report conveys the sense that I have: our children have a lot of prestige with God and our angels are with us, when we really need!
An affectionate hug for you Sonya and all dear friends of pain and love that follow www.ielnossoanjo.blogspot.com