Facebook can be a wonderful thing. Do I get lost in it when I should be working? Sometimes. Do I watch way too many videos of adorable animals and giggling babies and hilarious pranks, not to mention my own mother and sister Kelly dancing in hot dog costumes? And then hit replay again and again? Of course! Have I posted enough pictures of my breakfast, lunch and dinner? Probably.
But after a post about my husband’s new book, Proof of Angels, I got a bittersweet surprise. An old friend from grammar school came across it and reached out to ask more. “I have very strong feelings on the subject of angels because of personal experiences,” she said. “Glad to find someone else in the ‘club.’”
I pictured my friend the way I’d last seen her, full of fun at about 12 years old, straight hair and bangs, in our Catholic school uniforms, or in a cabin on one of our Girl Scout troop’s camp-outs. We went to different high schools and lost touch after 8th grade. As you can imagine, we had some catching up to do. But she fast-forwarded to today.
“My husband was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer,” she messaged me, “with the prognosis of 1 month to 1 year. He’s at home in hospice.”
Of course she needed angels more than ever. We sent a package and prayers, and we pray for her family every day. “I truly believe God brings people together for a reason,” she wrote me. “After all these years, we reconnect on FB!” It’s a wonderful thing.
