Faeries and Guardian Angels
There was a particular purple faerie Chris wanted for a tattoo. In 2005, I decorated his house with faeries, one for each season, a guardian for each room. He was my Guardian Angel, the only man I've ever known that could comfort me as I fell apart, and make me pull up my inner strength at the same time! In 2008, he joined the angels and left this world behind. His youngest daughter, Denise, and the granddaughter he never knew was on the way, live near Glimmer Glass, just outside of Cooperstown NY.
Sitting out on the patio during the early evening, we talked of the NY Faerie Festival in Ouaquaga, NY and her little one's costume. Jumping up, she said, "I have something for you!" My tears flowed freely as she handed me the Guardian Angel spirit bell I had gifted her father the last time I saw him. I reached for the St. Christopher medal he had never taken off until he asked me to wear it, to keep me safe in my travels. It is always with me, even on the rare occassion I cannot wear it. "I found it hanging in his 'vette" she explained, shifting our conversation to the mess of his estate.
So many times he and I had talked about the importance of a will. Emphasizing that need was the main reason I helped establish the Fallen Riders Foundation! That he left the girls without one angers me! As a result, his Corvette sits like a lawn ornament, molding inside, being eaten by rodents and his Sportster in the basement, dry rotting. The house on South Hill sits empty as nature reclaims it, the faeries gone.
Sitting out on the patio during the early evening, we talked of the NY Faerie Festival in Ouaquaga, NY and her little one's costume. Jumping up, she said, "I have something for you!" My tears flowed freely as she handed me the Guardian Angel spirit bell I had gifted her father the last time I saw him. I reached for the St. Christopher medal he had never taken off until he asked me to wear it, to keep me safe in my travels. It is always with me, even on the rare occassion I cannot wear it. "I found it hanging in his 'vette" she explained, shifting our conversation to the mess of his estate.
So many times he and I had talked about the importance of a will. Emphasizing that need was the main reason I helped establish the Fallen Riders Foundation! That he left the girls without one angers me! As a result, his Corvette sits like a lawn ornament, molding inside, being eaten by rodents and his Sportster in the basement, dry rotting. The house on South Hill sits empty as nature reclaims it, the faeries gone.
Rising earlier than Denise and her little one, I spent the morning "talking" to Chris while cleaning his Sportster and checking its condition. Tires, fuel lines, seals, battery are all shot, but fixable with a little time and money. People used to tease Chris about riding a "girl's bike". He'd just smile and say "I like purple." then whisper, "Besides, I know what that bike can do. Nothing can touch it!"
Riding past the places we used to go, on the final leg of my journey, my heart still aching with his loss, I looked up to see his old truck coming down the hill. Once again, his spirit reached out to let me know he is still my guardian angel!
Riding past the places we used to go, on the final leg of my journey, my heart still aching with his loss, I looked up to see his old truck coming down the hill. Once again, his spirit reached out to let me know he is still my guardian angel!