300 WORDS on Angels and Demons

Recently I slid down some steps and landed on both feet.  Realizing the catastrophe avoided, I said, “thank you,” aloud, to my guardian angel. 

I know who he is, because the psychic I saw years ago, Carolyn, told me someone was watching over me – a family member on my father’s side from long ago, who I’d never met.  He’d been with me for a long time, she explained, and “he stands strong with me.”  When I asked her why him, she said that is “not for us to ask.”  Meaning, just be grateful someone’s looking out for you. 

I have long felt that someone had my back, to keep the bad things from being worse.  Of course, some of those bad things – some of the bullets I dodged or he took for me – were because of my own stupid actions and regrettable choices.  So while I’m grateful, I also feel a little guilty for being so high-maintenance. 

Carolyn also told Kathy that she has a guardian angel -- our sister Margaret Ann, who didn’t live to the end of the day she was born.  When I was young, I used to fantasize that Margaret Ann was alive, and that she’d be my friend in a way Kathy never was.  I was annoying, not cool enough to hang out with Kathy and her friends, and I thought Margaret Ann would love me like Kathy didn’t seem to and our mother was unable to.  But sometimes dark-thoughts Sema took over, and I imagined that she would more likely be Kathy’s best friend, and they would both go off and leave me behind. 
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So, naturally I regressed to a state of childhood jealousy when Kathy told me about her guardian angel, which is so silly and certainly something I could never admit to…

Me and my best friend.

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