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Son's An Angel Story Back to Angel Stories
from Terra
I’m thirty four years old and had fertility issues. When I was twenty one, I lost a
child. They thought I was anywhere from seven to fourteen weeks along in my
pregnancy. It was so traumatic.
I had a dream, I will never forget. I dreamt I was in the woods with Red Oak-like,
very large trees. The seasons were changing very rapidly. A bunch of people
came up to me. Remember the desert people in the movie Star Wars with
glowing eyes and potato sack robes? Well, I couldn’t make out their faces, but
they were trying to soothe me. They were speaking all different languages. I had
a feeling that they were my ancestors and they were saying, “I’m so sorry,” over
and over again. As I looked around before they approached me, I saw huts that
the ground was half dug out and twigs and moss covered the hut tops. They had
cauldrons of stuff cooking. This was a very odd dream I will never forget.
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In 2001, I lost my son. I was nineteen weeks
pregnant, held him in my arms, named him Taylor
and blessed him. Whenever I slept after that, I
remember I walked with a little boy, but could
never see his face. I just saw his shoes and they
were old fashioned. We walked hand in hand to
my church, St. Simon and Jude. Where
apartments are now, there used to be a long field
when I was a child. We walked through that field
to the church. The church in my dream was a
country church with wood seats and white
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carnation wreaths hung in the middle of the windows. Gentle light came through
and I was still holding his hand and sitting down. The light was shining on his legs
and he was about four or five, kicking them back and forth while humming. That
was the end of that dream.
Then in 2003, I was pregnant with my daughter, Hannah, and had a nagging
feeling that I needed to go to the hospital…no warning signs…nothing. It turned
out if I would have waited to go fifteen minutes later, I wouldn’t have my daughter,
as I have an incompetent cervix and had less than half left. I went through two
operations and almost died. The last one made me bedridden for over five
months. She was ten weeks early, but OK. My husband was overseas at the time.
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About three months ago, I asked Hannah what she was doing,
as she was talking to someone and having a full conversation.
She plainly said, “I’m talking to my brother.” I was like, “OOO...
KKKK...”
So maybe Taylor, my son is her angel. Or perhaps she was
talking with my other child I lost when I was 21. Different, huh?
I’ve had all kinds of things happen. Maybe it was nothing, and
then again, maybe all this was something.
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