Your True Tales
August 2003 – Page 8

Comforting Angel
by Mitzi S.

I had what I believe to be an "angelic visit." I had always been a "daddy's girl," and when my dad died unexpectedly in 1988 when I was 37, I really, truly did not know what to do. I had made it into town from across the state in time to spend several days at his bedside, although he was in a coma the whole time I was there. The night he died, I returned to the house and kept myself together long enough to see that my mom, who was bedridden with a chronic illness and was totally devastated by his death, was finally calmed and sleeping. Then I miserably crawled into bed in what had been his room to try to sleep. 

As I lay there in the dark, my loss swallowed me up, and I silently wailed, "How can I possibly go on living without my daddy?" Immediately, I felt a soft, comforting, golden warmth spread directly from the area of my heart throughout my entire body, as if someone had reached out a hand and touched me. With it came the clear but unspoken words "It's okay. Everything is okay. You'll do just fine." I knew that an angel - perhaps even my father in his new form - had come to comfort me, and I drifted off into peaceful sleep. I have missed my father terribly since his death, but I have survived, just as my angel promised that night. I have felt many times that I was receiving some sort of message or guidance from some divine or cosmic force, but that night in 1988 was the only time I have had any physical sensation with such a clear, unmistakable message. I knew then just as surely as I know now that it was an angel's comforting touch.

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