The silent Angels.

    I think there are many types of Angels,  as varied as the colors on a landscape. They are Angels here on earth just waiting until its their time when they reach that final peaceful place.  There are big bright Angels that make lots of noise and effect lots of peoples lives and spend a lot of time in the limelight.  There are steady sturdy Angels that go from one cause to another working tirelessly bringing other Angels into their causes.  There are Angels full of turmoil that struggle through life seemingly out of control just going along like pinballs in a pinball machine.  Then there are the silent Angels that get up every day and go through life quietly, calmly, seldom asking for anything and shouldering every responsibility handed to them.  Keeping a steady pace, never complaining, never arguing, never refusing to do what is asked of them quietly dealing with what life hands them without every saying "what about me".
   
     My aunt Dee was one of the silent Angels.  The youngest of three children with two older siblings with big boisterous personalities.  She was the quiet Angel of the three.  She seemed simpler, quieter, more settled.  I have not had the opportunity to spend much time with her as my life has gone on, and today I dedicated some time to remember her.  She was definitely the simple one of the three, quiet, never complaining, always seeming content to bring up the rear.  Enduring life's struggles quietly, steadily working through marriage.  Raising three children equally.  Loving them deeply never demanding too much, loving them EXACTLY as they are.  Supporting their lives no matter what they handed and demanded of her.  Supporting and loving her husband with that same steady hand never asking for more.

     Her final quietest battle with cancer she handled exactly as she had her life.  Quietly, steadily, sturdily never complaining or asking anyone for help.  Enduring all that cancer could throw at her without showing any signs of anger or despair.

     I think of all the Angels, the silent ones must be God's favorites.  You see they are his easy ones they never ask anything of him, they do their time hear on earth with a quiet competence that makes his job easier.   I was fortunate enough to see my Aunt Dee recently and I may not know much about anything, but looking into her Blue eyes I am certain of two things.  She knew she was loved, and she was ready to take on whatever is going to be handed to her the rest of her journey.