This entry was posted on 5/2/2006 10:25 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Today's post comes to us courtesy of my cousin Jo, who after viewing the pictures in the
last post, felt compelled to tell me this story. I told her to write it down and I would post it. So, for only the second time in the history of this blog, I have a guest poster. Jo also sent me pictures to go with the story; they're at the bottom of the post.
There is a small cemetary, off the road in East Texas, with this beautiful, touching statue of a crying angel. I call her the "weeping angel". The cemetary is in the middle of nowhere; a quiet, very well kept place.
On a sunny day April 2001 , my 3yr old and I stopped there.... so I could snap a picture of the angel. Jake goes trotting off, as I am walking toward the angel. I notice he's heading in the opposite direction, which was fine with me. He was chanting a kids' song and skipping along the walkway.
Just as I am snapping the picture of the angel, the wind picks up and it clouds over. It was an eerie feeling... all of a sudden it got cool outside. This was at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I turn and look for Jake. He's WAY too far away for my comfort. And he's giggling his head off.
I yell, "Jacob, get over here NOW!" He comes skipping back, and keeps turning around and talking to...?
I get this eerie feeling and tell him to hurry as I run to meet him. I said, " Jacob, what are you doing?". He replied, "Awww Mommy I wanted to keep playing with him". I said, "With who?" (regretting it the moment I asked)
He said , "With the boy and the other kids...", as he points further down the walkway. And no, I didn't see a thing. But, my heart was pounding in my ears as I snatched Jake up and began rushing to the gate to LEAVE. He waves over my shoulder, "Byyyyyeeeeeee!". When we get back in the truck , Jake asks if we can come back and play tomorrow.
Children see these things because they have not been told NOT to see them. They are open minded... and believe what they see. I didn't question my son that day. It was HIS experience to own and I didn't want to spook him or call attention to the fact that there were no earthly children at the cemetary that day.
I don't know the name of the weepeing angel... I've seen her likeness elsewhere.. but I can only imagine she's weeping for a child.
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