Stop and listen for fluttering wings
by Kimberly Collette
Date: Thu, 29 Apr 1999
My daughter Avery was four years old when her younger brother Charles "Chuckey" succumbed to SIDS. Avery, Sydney (her 18mth old little sis), and I were driven to the hospital by the local fire chief in lieu of their brother being med-flighted to the hospital. On the way, Avery calmly looked over at little Sydney, took her tiny hand gently into her own and told her these words, "Sydney, I am sorry, I know you love "brubbie" (Sydney's version of "brother") but he has to go to Heaven now. This was a phenomenal revelation considering the fact that everything was happening so fast, we had no time to talk about what was happening around us. True to Avery's word, when we arrived at the Emergency Room, the Highway Patrol Chaplain was there and told me that Chuckey was gone. In order not to upset the situation further, I simply sank into a chair and sunk my face deeply into my hands to still the gut wrenching moans coming from within my soul. Avery, came to me and took my tear drenched face into her comforting hands and said "it's okay Moma, I saw the angels come and get Chuckey." God places angels all around us, and talks to us through our own children - always stop and listen for fluttering wings.
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