When I Couldn’t Be There
My daughter, K.C., was born with an underdeveloped bladder. When she was four, she had to enter the hospital for surgery. My husband and I took turns staying with her, but between our jobs and caring for our other three children, we couldn’t be with her constantly. Every night as I collapsed into bed I said a prayer for K.C. not to be lonely. My guilt lingered even after she came home. I apologized for not having been with her when she needed me most. "It’s okay, Mommy," K.C. said. "The man stayed with me the whole time." I couldn’t think of any men who had visited her besides her daddy. "What man, K.C.?" "The big, beautiful man with wings." "Did he talk to you?" I asked, struggling to keep an even tone. "No. He just stood by the window and watched me. He was so beautiful." An angel had kept her company when I couldn’t.
Dana Gratzer Millhouse, East Helena, Montana
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