From: Sheryl (ShandCH@aol.com) Story type: Angel Location: Lizella, Ga. Source: Form Submission
I dont know if you would call this an angel experience, but it felt like one. My cousin, Dawn, was 12 years old when she died. We were always close and it was a very devastating time in my life. She died on my birthday in 1986. She had been to visit about 3 weeks earlier and had planned to spend spring break with me. I told her she could use the spare bedroom.
About a year after she died, I finished high school and when I got my senior ring in, there was an inscription on the side "Behold a new dawn". I called the company and asked why it was on there and they looked at the order form and said it must have been a mistake and that they would gladly replace it. I chose to keep it
After she died, I started having dreams about her and would wake up scared. (I dont know why because I knew she wouldnt hurt me.) Then I just stopped dreaming about her for about 4 years. One night, my roommates 4 year old was having a bad dream, so I got in the bed with her. I remember waking up and she got out of the bed. The I looked up and I could see my cousin, Dawn, standing in front of me, just like she had aged along with time. She had the softest look about her. I was instantly scared and she told me that she was alright. I had always wondered if she had been saved and was in heaven. I kept asking her where she was and she never would say anything. She just kept holding her purse tight to her chest. It was like a mans voice said she was in heaven. Then she told me that she wasnt going to be alone anymore and not to worry about her. She told me that I would be upset but to remember that she wasnt alone anymore.
That day, my Father called to tell me my Grandmother was in a hospital in Tennessee and we should get out there. We stopped about half way to call the hospital and check on her and she had just passed away. Im assuming Dawn had come to tell me my Grandmother would be with her now and everything would be okay. I tried to tell myself that maybe it was a dream, but it looked too real.
Another instance about Dawn, came about after my daughter was born, whose middle
name is Dawn. When she was about a year old, we were looking at old photographs and she
would point to my picture and say Mommy. Then there was a picture of Dawn and she said
"Hey Dawn". I asked her who that was again, and she said "Dawn". Shes
almost three and still talks to "Dawn" sometimes and always has to kiss Dawns
picture "Night Night".