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January 5, 2011By Susan G. Parcheta
|Quirky Christmas Angel|
Have you ever loved anyone, and lost them, and they don’t come back, except in spirit?
The first week of January each year I think of Angel Whispers, and I’m reminded of the column I wrote the winter of 2005 for our local paper, Fowlerville News & Views. I was moved by the response to it at the time. I share it again here:
Soft as the whisper of angels, the New Year settled in gently this January…unlike last year when my elderly parents were in and out of hospitals…once even at the same time…and my father succumbed to cancer in a valiant fight at year’s end.
He was buried on Jan. 6, Epiphany, a year ago, on a bitter winter day. Fittingly, the cemetery’s name is North Star.
All during December, thoughts of angels whispering tantalized me. It began with a faded and yellowed recipe, clipped from a newspaper long ago, in a box we were going through with my mom.
The recipe title caught my eye as I sifted the box contents: Angel Whispers. Suddenly, I was mesmerized. Why was it in there? Who cut it out and saved it? And had they ever made them?