Angels Walk Among Us

This morning I saw a forlorn-looking woman walking along the path ahead of me. In her right hand she carried a white lily, which she clutched to her chest. Our paths crossed, and she spoke to me.


She told me she was Maltese, but had lived in Italy for a time before she came to England. She told me of the loss of her two brothers and her husband within the space of three years, and that she was sad to be alone now in the house she shared with her husband for many years.


It was here that our paths went separate ways. Mine was to continue along the tarmac straight, and her path was into the woods.


As we parted, she asked my name, and told me hers. And then with her last words to me, Clothilde provoked a thought which stays with me now.


What if angels walk among us? What if Clothilde came into my life ever so briefly to remind me that those who I have lost are gone from me because they must now show others the way?  What if the reason some people must leave us after only a short time is that they must continue on their journeys through the lives of so many others, touching their hearts as they pass by?


"Perhaps fate has put us on the same path together, even if only for a short while."