Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The Angel in the Garden
As told by Michael
I never really believed in angels and stuff like that, although my Grandma Ada used to talk on and on about them when I was kid. She used to tell me they were all around us, but I could never see them. She’d often mention one by name in particular - Athena she’d called her. I used to just play along with Grandma when she’d point out the fairies and sylphs in her special spot in the garden - her reading rotunda. Grandma Ada would spend hours reading her books and magazines under the shade of the rose covered rotunda.
Years passed and I married my wife Sarah and had two kids. I didn’t see Grandma Ada for a couple of years while I worked overseas, but I heard from Mum over the years that she was doing fine.
My daughters were 5 and 9 when I took Sarah and the girls to visit with Grandma Ada. She wasn’t in the house, or at least didn’t answer our knock, so I made my way to the rotunda in the garden with the girls in tow.
Not quite believing my eyes, I saw Grandma Ada lying on her back on the ground with a lady with long flowing hair leaning in close to her as though whispering in her ear. I hastened my footsteps, worried that Grandma Ada was ill, and wondering who this strange lady was leaning over her so closely.
Quickening my pace, staring straight at the rotunda and the two women within, the lady with the flowing hair began to disappear to nothing. She just faded away before
my eyes as though she was never there to begin with. I was too busy to fuss about it at the time so put my curiosities aside and attended to Grandma.
I checked her pulse and breathing and noted her deathly palour. Sarah was already on her mobile, calling for an ambulance.
Once at the hospital Grandma Ada was stabilized and had pulled through almost unscathed. She’s suffered a heart attack while reading in her garden, but she stated that she was a ‘tough old bird’ and it would take more than a little heart attack to knock her off.
Turning to leave a while later, Grandma Ada called me to her bedside and motioned for me to lean in close. “Did you see her?” she asked. “Who?” I replied, having totally forgotten about the strange lady in the rotunda. “My angel ... Athena. Did you see her? Grandma asked again. I nodded and smiled. Yes. I’d finally seen Athena, Grandma Ada’s angel.