This I believe........

This is an essay required for my ENGL composition class. Thought I would share............



I believe in angels. I believe there are angels you can see and those you can not. I believe there are angels you can touch and those that touch you. I do not say this lightly, I have always believed in a higher power. I was not totally convinced that angels existed until 2005-2006. I was pregnant with my second child at the time.
We were living in Leavenworth, KS and every time I went to the doctor during my pregnancy, there was an elderly gentleman there that I would speak to. It never mattered what time I went or what day, he was there. Some times he would be sitting on a bench, like he was waiting for someone to pick him up. Other times he would be getting in or out of the elevator. What was very striking about this man was his state of dress. He was always dressed in his Sunday best. His boots were freshly shined, his shirt and pants pressed and starched, his jacket would be hung over his arm. He wore no tie; instead he wore a silver and turquoise bolo tie. On his wrist there was a silver and turquoise watch. I have only known one other man to ever dress this way. That was my Daddy Dave, my grand father.
My grand father passed away in March 2002. This man reminded me very much of my beloved Daddy Dave. The summer of 2009 found the Hughes family in transition from Fort Hood, Texas to Fort Carson Colorado. While we waited for house to be ready we stayed at my mom’s house in New Mexico. One lazy Saturday, my mom and my middle child, Abigail, were looking at some old pictures of various family members. My mom would ask Abigail to point out various people that she knew in each picture. They came across a picture of my Daddy Dave with all of my uncles. Abigail points to him and declares “hey I know him, he’s my friend.” This is quite stunning to my mother and me since there is no physical way any of my children could know who my grand father was.
“Your friend?” my mom questions.
“Yes my friend, he comes to see me. He tells me stories,” Abigail says.
“What kind of stories?” my mom asks.
“Oh, funny ones,” says Abigail.
After this encounter, I was even more convinced of the presence of angels. My Daddy Dave is one of them. He makes sure that we are on the right path. When things get hard, he is there to help us through the hard times. I may not be able to see him but his presence and strength are always felt.