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She was in her early twenties at
time of her death. She and Marty were very close and always had been. He loved to grow roses in his backyard. He called them his babies. After he got home from work during warmer months, he would go out to tend his roses. His daughter would often join him in garden. Marty would always cut one perfect rose and wordlessly hand it to her. It was his way of telling her how much he valued her and how beautiful she was to him.
Just a few days after her death, Marty had a dream or vision of his daughter telling him that she was at peace and he should move forward with his life. This dream gave him a sense of calm and peace he said. Unfortunately, his wife felt no such peace. She was despondent and could see no point to anything in life. Marty tried to help his wife by telling her about his dream, but she seemed to be out of his reach.
A few months later, Marty and his wife were driving around in downtown Independence. He was trying to get her to decide where to go for lunch, but she was unresponsive. Marty's anger from all pressure building over last few months of his wife shutting everyone and everything out threatened to explode. He took a deep breath and said he was going to drive around square until she made a decision about where they were going.
He drove around and around, receiving no response from his wife. When he had tired of driving, he stopped car, and turned to her to try to reason with her one more time. When he turned to look at her, he saw they were in front of a store called Angel Lady. He previously didn't even know this store existed. He told his wife they needed to go into store. He couldn't explain why, he just knew they needed to go inside.
As they entered store, Marty said he immediately felt a sense of peace wash over him. The store is in an old house and consists of several small rooms filled with angel paintings, figurines, books, music -- anything you can imagine with an angel theme. As they entered second room, Marty looked up and saw a painting of an angel holding a rose. The angel's face looked just like his daughter's. He showed it to his wife and said he must buy it. For first time since their daughter's death, Marty's wife seemed to be alive. She agreed that they must have painting for their home.
This experience was turning point for Marty's wife accepting and moving beyond their daughter's death. He said that was reason he carried cards from Angel Lady with him wherever he went. He felt there were always people that needed to experience healing that he and his wife had and he wanted to help them find it.
It was time for Marty to go to his next service call. He had more appliances to repair, more souls to heal.
Suzanne is a recovering intellectual/technical person who rediscovered her love of truth and writing at the age of 39. She now shares her quirky views of life with anyone that cares to read them. Her main project of the moment can be explored at Today, I remembered...
