"When “Nana” came to see us, I was quite taken by her hands and her comforting smile. A smile so angelic, I had to ask, “Are you the angel? The angel in my mind, the angel I have been praying for?” No, was all she said. She too forgave me, for my asking about the angel I prayed for. Nana was our newest team member in this battle to vanquish this demonic cancer. The doctors had all but given up, in my mind at least. The comment was never spoken but one could hear it in the tone of all their voices, “We can do no more”. Maybe Nana could do more. As I watched Nana scurry around the makeshift hospital/living room, rearranging or better yet transforming it into a more manageable menagerie of hope and bed sheets. I prayed she would at least try. "
"Nana did try. She explained to me what was happening and what would happen so I could understand. She helped my mother understand and promised her she would be here and guide us in whatever way possible and necessary. I was quite taken by her gentle touch and then there was that smile. ‘Mona Lisa may have been a hospice nurse’, I mistakenly spoke aloud. Nanna smiled and simply stated, “I think not”"
"In her comforting way, Nana softly spoke to my mother “It’s okay, you are ready and soon we will all be by your side once again.” As I gazed in wonder, the pain ascended from her body into the heavens and her misplaced smile had returned to its proper place. My mom turned to Nana. Then softly and clearly, she whispered “ Bring your smile, when you come to see me, I will miss your smile the most of all the treasures I have known here on this earth”. “I will “is all that Nana said. Then they just held hands and smiled at each other for what seemed an eternity. But I know time had ceased for that moment. There was no need to count the minutes of a moment that would be everlasting. I felt blessed to have been there in that endless moment, I felt at peace. I could see my mother had experienced the same peaceful moment. The expression upon her face told a story I could never write. The story was more of a symphony of emotions performed in the key of Nana’s heart. Her comforting smile was the final and everlasting memory my mom took with her. I thought how fitting of one angel to give to another their most admired gift, their comforting smile.
But they are Angels, we mortals know not their ways of loving, we only watch from the balcony and weep for ourselves.
The Angel in my mind has flown, for her comforting smile is needed elsewhere, her memory is nested next to the comforting smile of my dear Mother, in my heart, forever, Amen."
Excerpts from Universe of Two, Book Three, Pinnacle of Passion by DA Keene
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