Angels Exist - Jaxon Plays With An Angel

©2012 LaDena Campbell aka justateacher

This morning I went to the small town of Belle Plaine, Kansas to help my sister with some things. My mom and my uncle are buried in the cemetery on the west edge of town. I had my grandson, Jaxon with me and we were supposed to meet up with my mother-in-law for lunch at 1:00. When my sister mentioned it was noon, I told her that we would have to leave, because I still needed to clean up for lunch. I had no intention of going to the other side of town to the cemetery. I just didn’t have the time. But for some reason, just as I reached the last road of town, I turned to the west and went to the cemetery.

It was a nice day for February. The wind was kind of still and the air was crisp but not really cold. I pulled up the lane and parked the van across from where my mom and uncle were buried. Jaxon had never been to the cemetery before. He was only a few months old when my mom passed away. As a matter of fact, the last picture we have of my mom was with Jaxon as a baby. When I was getting Jaxon out of his car seat, I told him, “We are going to go see Grandma Joy!” He repeated “Grandma Joy!”

I put him down on the ground, confident that he would be safe in the quiet cemetery. He began running, and I went to follow him. When I caught up with him, he was headed right towards my mom’s headstone. To my surprise, he walked right up to her headstone, patted the top of it and gave it a kiss. Remember, he had never been there before, but out of the hundreds of headstones in that cemetery he ran right up to her headstone and kissed it. That just totally shocked me!

What happened next really shocked me! He began running around the headstone and the ones surrounding it (which were all family.) I had noticed that the wind had picked up, but as I looked around I noticed that only the trees right around the area we were in were moving. The other trees were as still as could be. Jaxon was reaching his hands into the air, yelling, “I run, I run, I run!” I smiled as I watched him run, just enjoying the sight of this wonderful little boy enjoying a nice winter day. Then I was startled. He said “I run, I run, I run…wif Grandma Joy!” It brought tears to my eyes.

When we had my mom’s funeral, the wind did the same strange thing. That time, my older grandson, Miles was almost a year old. When the wind blew through, he reached up as if to grab the wind and smiled. We all teased each other and said that the wind was Mom and Miles had seen her. I was now wondering if Jaxon was seeing her.

He chased around for about fifteen minutes…all the while repeating, “I run, I run, I run wif Grandma Joy!” I cried and laughed at the same time watching him. Then I remembered that we had to meet my mother-in-law for lunch. We had to hurry. I grabbed Jaxon on his next pass around me. He did NOT want to stop and fought and kicked and cried. I opened up the van doors and tried to put him in the seat. I had opened the front door to try to retrieve my phone so that I could call my husband to tell him what had happened, and forgot it was opened as I tried to wrestle Jaxon into the seat. He was still struggling and crying and when I buckled him in, he tried to unbuckle himself. He had never tried to do that before. About that time, he yelled, “Grandma Joy!” and the wind blew the front door, which then hit me in the bottom. I decided to put Jaxon down on the ground again to see what he would do. He ran straight to my uncle’s headstone and kissed it! I was then able to get him to get into the van without any problems…

As we were driving down the road, Jaxon began shouting his new favorite word – one he learned from his biological father’s home – “F***! F***! F***!” He wouldn’t stop, even after I kept after him to stop. That was also my mom’s favorite word, so that and the earlier events prompted me to ask, “What would Grandma Joy say?” Once again, he shocked me…He said a word that I don’t think he has heard before…he said “Heaven!” After that, he stopped with the word and promptly fell asleep.

I can’t explain the events of the day…except to say that I believe that my mom was letting us know that she was still around and watching…and that she loves our grandsons….and that she is in Heaven….

He chased around for about fifteen minutes…all the while repeating, “I run, I run, I run wif Grandma Joy!” I cried and laughed at the same time watching him. Then I remembered that we had to meet my mother-in-law for lunch. We had to hurry. I grabbed Jaxon on his next pass around me. He did NOT want to stop and fought and kicked and cried. I opened up the van doors and tried to put him in the seat. I had opened the front door to try to retrieve my phone so that I could call my husband to tell him what had happened, and forgot it was opened as I tried to wrestle Jaxon into the seat. He was still struggling and crying and when I buckled him in, he tried to unbuckle himself. He had never tried to do that before. About that time, he yelled, “Grandma Joy!” and the wind blew the front door, which then hit me in the bottom. I decided to put Jaxon down on the ground again to see what he would do. He ran straight to my uncle’s headstone and kissed it! I was then able to get him to get into the van without any problems…

As we were driving down the road, Jaxon began shouting his new favorite word – one he learned from his biological father’s home – “F***! F***! F***!” He wouldn’t stop, even after I kept after him to stop. That was also my mom’s favorite word, so that and the earlier events prompted me to ask, “What would Grandma Joy say?” Once again, he shocked me…He said a word that I don’t think he has heard before…he said “Heaven!” After that, he stopped with the word and promptly fell asleep.

I can’t explain the events of the day…except to say that I believe that my mom was letting us know that she was still around and watching…and that she loves our grandsons….and that she is in Heaven….