Annette and Susan are my husband's baby sister aunts
so it seemed right to include them together.
Annette was a month old when she died.
Susan died in their dear mother's womb ten years later.
While we've never met,
I trust they both watch over both hubby and me
and I warmly welcome them
into my circle of dearly beloveds
(where they belong).
. . .
Terri, a few years ahead of me in college,
is a dear soul who played guitar and
who gave me a lot of the love I needed
when we in Newman club together.
I am still so touched by one memory in particular.
After an emotional day at a weekend retreat,
we were sitting under the low-to-the-ground
wide wingspan of a sheltering tree,
Terri's arm protectively, firmly wrapped around my weeping self.
She was a willing and wondrous container
and in that moment I felt so tended, so held and so loved.
Looking up, I commented how it felt like
we were under a protective mama bird's caring wing.
. . .
Ah, Mama Grace,
you were already calling to me way back then,
weren't you?
So in a very real way,
this trio is a Blessed Bridge to you
and all of my Auntie Angels.
Blessed be.
. * .
