years ago my daughter died in a head-on car crash. She was
driving and my two grandsons (4 and 6) were in the back seat.
They lived with my husband and me, and I babysat for her while
she was at work. The week prior to her death, I remember asking
her if she would be around to take care of me when I got sick
again and neared my death (I have had cancer in the past).
My daughter answered, "Momma, you're going to outlive me."
my grandson, Travis, began having nightmares during his noon
naps. He would wake up crying and tell me that his mommy was
going to leave him. I tried to assure him that Mommy would
never leave him. But he held my face and said very seriously,
"No, Grandma! An angel told me that my mommy is going to leave
didn't seem too concerned when I relayed this to her. She
was trying on outfits for a date and settled on a pretty white
dress. While I took a few picture, she spun in the dress and
said, "Momma, don't I look like an angel?"
morning she didn't show up to leave the kids with me, and
I got a call that she hadn't turned up for work either. Next
came the call from a trauma nurse telling me about the wreck.
She said that my daughter was in surgery in a town an hour
away where she had been flown to a trauma unit. I rode in
the ambulance with Travis to the hospital. But by the time
I got there, our daughter had been sent to another hospital
over 300 miles away. I told my four-year-old grandson, Travis,
that I needed to go to the big people hospital to check on
Mommy, but he said, "No, Grandma, Mommy died. She's gone now."
days later, as I was on the way to the newspaper office with
Travis to put the obituary notice in the paper, he started
singing, "Over here, look over here, I love you." He repeated
this verse many times so I asked him about his new song. He
looked at me very seriously and said, "I'm singing to Mommy.
She's right over there. Can't you see her, Grandma?" That
evening, in a very quiet house, I heard my daughter's voice
very loud and clear say "Mommy" just like she was going to
ask me for something. I turned, fully expecting to see her,
but she was not to be seen.
I took of my daughter spinning around in her white dress shows
a wooden cross on the wall near her head. The cross is made
of dark wood and is on a dark paneled wall. But in the picture,
the cross has a golden glow! All of this has left me with
a new outlook on death.
Delange Please respond to: John