Our Angel

Four years ago my Aunt Lise was taken away from us, to spend time up in Heaven.  She was a wonderful woman who had no faults.  She found out she had Cancer in Dec 2004.  She had a tough road, but she was such a special woman. She never complained about it, she never asked for pity.

I heard the Christmas shoes song on the radio on the way to the movies with John and started crying, thinking of her.  When John was born my mom and dad were with me, however my aunt was fighting for her life in Windsor and Sudbury.  My mom told me the Friday morning that she had to go back to Sudbury early because my Aunt Lise had probably just the weekend/week to live.  I made all the arrangements with doctors so John and I could go to Sudbury ASAP.  My in-laws drove John and I there and Matt was coming every weekend until we were gone from Sudbury.  The minute we got there all I wanted to do was visit Tante Lise in the hospital and get her to meet John.  She got to hold him.  We didn't go back till Halloween night with John, he was dressed as a skunk and Lise had decorated her room beautifully and she was dressed up.  She held him the whole time we were there.  Unfortunately Matt's grandma passed away Halloween night and we came back to be with the Dales, on this hard time.

I had a dream that the passed away and told Matt that I really wanted to go to Sudbury.  So the next day we were in her hospital room - She decided she was ready to go- She looked at Matt and I and that was the last time she opened her eyes.

Sunday Matt had  to come back to Waterford, as he had to work in the morning.  My mom, Tante Josce, Grandma Uncle JC and cousins all stayed with Lise that Sunday Night as the nurse said with her breathing that if it was her sister they would stay with her.  While I stayed with my Grandpa (with John of course!)  I was getting John's bottle ready when my grandma came in.  She held John and gave him the bottle.  The phone rang- it was Josce, Tante Lise was an Angel now.

At her funeral she gave her own eulogy - that was hard hearing her voice again.

Not a day goes by that I do not think of my Angel.  She looks above us with her glass of wine and her beautiful smile.