I'm not an overly religious person, but I do consider myself spiritual, and at times while growing up I found it fun to believe in guardian angels and not just a higher power.
This incident I'm about to relate happened to my friend, "Diana" whom lost her mother a year ago. I had gone to the funeral and stayed right by my friend's side through the whole ordeal, and I believe it strengthened our friendship.
On a particularly emotional day a couple weeks after the funeral, my friend and I found ourselves at our usual cafe downtown. Call me selfish, but I didn't want to get into the topic of her mother in such a public area. Before her death, Diana's mother was suffering from liver failure, and the doctors refused to operate because of the cancer they found only weeks prior her death.
Diana stared out the window and once again asked me how she didn't know her mother was so sick. As I gave the usual shrug and meager offering of condolences, I could tell by my friend's facial expressions that she was miles away.
Then she slowly turned toward me with an odd look on her face. "Sarah, I've got to tell you something." I remembered her saying my name and realized whatever she was about to say was going to be very real and probably slightly chilling. I nodded and she proceeded to say that I didn't have to believe her, but something strange happened two weeks before her mother's death.
One night as she and her husband slept, she awoke to a very bright light. The light didn't wake her husband and she felt instantly terrified. The light seemed to be floating and contained a small orb about two feet in diameter. She was about to wake her husband when the orb seemed to "speak," but it wasn't a human voice, more like a thought in her head. Yet it was loud and fluid, as if rain or mist could talk.
It said, "Diana, your mother is going to die very soon. You must let her go. She will be all right. Do not worry about her when she is gone." And that was it. Then the orb seemed to float out of the door and into the hall. Diana jumped up to follow it, but when she turned the corner, it was gone. She said she suddenly felt a soothing calm come over her, and the next thing she knew she was waking up to sunlight streaming in her skylights.
After she was done telling her story, I immediately thought back to those last few days before her mother's death and realized Diana did seem somewhat calm. And as we sat in that cafe that day, I noticed color begin to return to my friend's face and a slight smile curled her lips as she said to me, "I must have faith that whatever appeared to me that night is keeping Mama safe, and I need to learn to live without her so that maybe I may join her, wherever she is... one day."
