"Touched By An Angel"

Today was a very special Sunday in the 'Life of Brian'...I will remember it for a long time to come.

I accompanied my friend, Dwight, to the cemetery to pay our respects to his Mother,

Marguerite Marie Austen.

In hindsight, there was an awful lot of 'planning' that went into this little story.

It started out as the usual Sunday, with brunch with my friends at Ricky's Restaurant.

We stayed a little less time than we usually do,

as Dwight had planned to pick up some flowers for our visit.

We stopped by the local Safeway and took our time and shopped for bargains,

(There weren't any), and then we proceeded to the cemetery.

The day was beautiful, warm and sunny. Very nice day to pay our respects.

We arrived at the area his mom is buried in - "The Old Rugged Cross"...

and Dwight placed his bunch of  yellow tulips  in the urn on her grave.

After a while, I decided that I wanted to take some pictures for Dwight,

(It will be ten years since his Mother passed away) and it was such a beautiful Sunday.

I am one of the last people you would think would want to spend any more time

in a cemetery than I have to... and for some reason,

I wanted to include the Cross in the background of the pictures.

While I took Dwight's picture, my gaze came upon a grave between him and the cross.

I saw that there was an empty urn there, with dead flowers all around it.

(It is just behind us and to the right, in the above pictures)

I asked Dwight if I could take one of the yellow tulips. He agreed.

And then I placed it in the urn of the other grave,

and took note of the names on the marker.

Something told me that whomever would come to visit the grave

would not want to see a bunch of dead flowers in disarray.

I went back to Dwight at his Mother's resting place and said:

"Now John won't have to see all the dead flowers."

(Keep in mind that Dwight was going to buy a 'single' rose but changed his mind.)

As we started back to the car,

An older man was walking across the grass, with a bouquet of flowers.

I said jokingly to Dwight: "Wouldn't it be weird if that was John?"

We watched as the man passed grave after grave after grave.

He stopped at the grave that I had placed the single yellow tulip at.

At that moment, I felt a rush of warmth in me that I cannot describe.

Dwight and I watched John for a while, and then we left the cemetery.

I felt different for the rest of the day. So many coincidences!

Or were they coincidences?

I think that this was as close to 'a burning bush' that could ever happen.

I feel so good! I feel so happy!

I just had to share this story today.