Having never missed a Remembrance Day, I was once again looking forward to our service at the Innisfail Royal Canadian Legion on Nov. 11.
A short time before I was introduced to a wheelchair. I must admit that at the age of 93 I was scared to death.
There was no handi-bus from the legion that day (of all days), so I took a cab.
There I was — late – and all I could see was the backs of people.
Then it happened. A gentleman came to me and said, “Are you alone or is someone looking after you?”
I said, “I’m alone.” He replied, “I’ll look after you. Tell me where you would like to go.”
I told him I was laying a wreath for my husband. He was also laying a wreath.
While waiting in line a lady on my left offered me her gloves. Another offered me one of her blankets.
That kind gentleman never left me until I was “safe” in a friend’s hands. No one noticed that “halo” above his head.
But I did.
There were angels everywhere that day. I wondered if I was the only one that could see them. Were they sent only for me? Or were there others that had a taste of heaven on Remembrance Day?
I would like to say thanks to all those kind people who went out of their way to make this 93-year-old lady’s Remembrance Day one of the best and kindest.
Love and God bless.