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Angel Park
My little granddaughter spoke clearly at a very early age. One day when she was 2 1/2 years old, we visited the cemetery to find the grave of an acquaintance who had just been buried.
We passed my Dad's grave site. A few yards past, she began yelling from her car seat behind me.
"Grammie, Angel! Angel! See him? See him,Grammie?"
Thinking she'd seen a statue or an image on a stone, I asked, "Where, Honey?"
Very excitedly she said "Back there, back there!! See him?!"
So, I turned around to go back to see where this angel was. She kept chattering about "back there!" We passed the corner, opposite my Dad's grave. She began to coo in a comforting tone...
"Aw, don't cry Baby." I said.. "A baby is crying?"
She said, "yes, baby is cold." Then she said,"Hi Lady" And I said, "What Lady, Honey."
She said, "Lady put towel on Baby. Baby not crying now."
When I realized where I was, it gave me goose bumps on my flesh. My little granddaughter had seen angels! We had been passing the grave site of three infants..two were brothers who were stillborn! I have no doubt that this little child had glimpsed a bit of Heaven that day... And ever since, she has called any cemetery "The Angel Park".
By "Grammie"
