Do you believe in Angels?

Ok, I know I just blogged yesterday evening, but something has been on my mind all day today and after discussing it with Susan she told me to blog about it.  So here it goes.

Yesterday morning Susan and I were sitting and enjoying a cup of coffee.  Susan realized the first day of October was coming up and she decided to get here Halloween blocks out.  These are blocks the girls and I got her for Christmas two years ago.  They were misplaced and we just found them this spring while cleaning Madison's room.

Susan's blocks

Anyway, to put them on the shelf, we had to move a mantle clock that we have.  This clock belonged to my Grandpa and Grandma Klusman.  I never met them.  This clock was at mom and dad's house for years.  Several  years ago, mom had it cleaned and 'serviced' and gave it to dad for Christmas, I believe.  Ok, I am getting there, give me time.  We have had the clock since we cleaned the folks house out.  I wound it a couple of times, but it didn't keep the best time.  I don't even know the last time it was wound.  After we moved it yesterday, about 15 minutes later, it chimed.  Twelve times.  And it continued to chime on the half hour and hour until about 9:15 or 9:30 last night.

The clock

 

What got me to thinking was this:  Five years ago yesterday mom died.  We moved the clock somewhere around 9:00 am.  I am pretty sure this is somewhere right around the time mom died.  Coincidence?  I don't  know.  Do I believe in ghosts?  No.  Do I believe in guardian angels?  Yes.  I have other stories about guardian angels, but they are for another time.  I believe that we all have someone special who 'watches' out for us.  Maybe this was mom's way of telling me that time has a way of easing pain.  I miss mom a lot.  There is rarely a day or two that goes by without me thinking of her.  The chiming didn't bother Susan or I.  It woke Madison up the first time.  Hannah made the comment last night that if it chimed during  the night, she was coming downstairs and sleeping on the couch.  I never heard it after 9:30.  Hannah slept in her room all night. 

 

Why did the clock chime?  All we did was move it off center on the shelf.  Does this bother me?  No.  Will it ever happen again?  I hope so.  Maybe it is someone saying, "Don't worry.  All will be alright."  Anyway, I am going to leave you with one more picture.   I took this in Western Kansas this spring.  Couldn't really tell what it looked like on my phone until I downloaded it to my laptop.  I see an angel.  Arms stretched out, face tilted back looking toward Heaven.  Maybe it's my guardian angel.  I think I will call her Mom.