Angels come in all shapes and sizes. They visit when we need them, and sometimes they visit when we least expect it. But there is always a sense of hope when they stir the air.
This is so,too, with the tiniest of angels. The sometimes forgotten angels. The angels taken far too early… the angels of miscarriage. These angels are felt by the people who love them as they flutter in our minds and souls… and especially in our hearts. These are the angels who, as someone once explained to me, move away in profound unselfishness to make room for other little beings. I know the awful and intimate pain of miscarriage through my daughter, Audrey, and my daughter-in-law, Aimee. Audrey lost her baby at 8 weeks almost 3 years ago, and that pain will never heal. Aimee lost her little angel at 8 weeks 5 1/2 years ago. This pain is part of her being.
And even though these 2 tiny angels moved over to bring the abundant and profound happiness and joy and love that Jake and Benjamin and Henry and Dylan have brought to our family… I still see the tiniest angels in my every move. These angels are gifts who brought gifts of life.
Is there anyone who would share your story of your tiniest angel or angels… as there is much healing and heart-mending left to be done for the people these angels leave…