I am definitely a believer of guardian angels. I just don’t know how I couldn’t be.
I recently told you about my two cousins that have passed away from cancer.
Taylor and I were pretty close. I went and visited her every break I had from school. Pretty much every opportunity I had, I went to Michigan to visit. Even though she was 10 years younger than me.
Mr. Serious got to meet Taylor, too! She couldn’t help but infect you with her smile and love.
We last got to visit the family and Taylor during the week of the Fourth of July, 2002. There was an unspoken feeling of knowing that this would be the last time we would all be together. We just sort of knew.
Slowly, everybody (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents) all went to their respective homes. And, slowly, Taylor’s health deteriorated. Every day she got a little bit worse.
Soon, they headed home, too. And, it got to the point that hospice had to be called.
Shortly there after, she took her last breath in the comfort of her home with her mother by her side. And we got the call.
We knew it was coming, but it was still not expected or a call you ever want to receive.
So, my travel plans were made and ticket was booked, and off I went to Michigan again, just a little over a week after getting home from the trip.
I flew by myself (not recommended) and arrived. Mr. Serious was not able to go with me, so we arranged for him to pick me up from the airport upon return.
My sister joined me in Michigan along with some other family members.
We were able to share stories and memories of Taylor’s life.
Then came the memorial service. The cousins and a couple friends were pallbearers. That.was.not.fun! That was the most emotional I got during the whole experience.
Taylor’s mascot was a monarch butterfly. During the family only burial, a butterfly came and landed on one of the wreaths. It stayed through the time we were there. It left right before we did. We knew it was God’s way of telling us Taylor was okay. And, Taylor was there with us.
Then it was time for me to come home. Mr. Serious was just going to have me come out to the curb at the airport. He would be driving straight from Houston to the airport to pick me up, so he didn’t want to stop and park.
When I arrived at the airport, I was shocked to find him inside the airport waiting for me. But, I saw the look on his face and knew that this was not a planned surprise. Something more was going on.