A Dream on 14 August 2021
My Angel…
I saw you stripped of your earthly garment and being measured by two Angels for your wings.
You stood there silently surrendering as you always did, waiting for it all to unfold.
It mattered not how the process was.
Your silent strength and courage stood out as you waited to be fitted.
Your wings had to be the right size.
It had to be carried with the same grace, gentleness, and courage with which you walked while on earth.
We looked on from outside the room and once the preparation was over, you were lifted up by your beloved Peter and carried like a baby to your bed.
You were tired, and I could see it as you curled up in his arms, feeling as you always did with him, safe and secure.
He placed you on the bed and you were then surrounded by all those who loved you.
You looked around at all of us gathered and I saw the look on your face.
We knew time was short and soon your wings would be ready and you would be called home.
Gently you would say goodbye to us and fly back to your Heavenly home, looking back as you saw us crying.
You wanted to say, as you always did – “I’m Ok“.
Goodbye Rhonda – my precious daughter.
From all of us.
Written on the morning of Sunday 15 August 15 2021 – The feast of the Assumption of Our Lady.