A Broken Wing

My Grandma Robinson passed away about 10 years ago from ovarian cancer. She was a wonderful grandmother, mother, and wife. As children, we used to love to visit Grandma and Grandpa Robinson. Their house was very small, but quite large to us children. There was always a variety of sweet treats for us in the freezer that we were welcome to whenever we wanted. The tv was there waiting for us. We could ride a dirt bike in their gigantic yard! The most delicious blueberries were in their backyard. We always had a great time no matter what we were doing. And the subs...Grandma made the BEST subs..I wish I knew how she did it because I would love to carry on that tradition. When Grandma died, I was in college, but remember it like it was yesterday. It was very hard for all of us, but for my Grandpa in particular.

Grandma was always the one who kept up the house. So, after she was gone, Grandpa became very depressed and did not do anything with the house...for 10 years. He mainly stayed in the kitchen smoking his cigars, and drinking a Genessee or a pot of coffee. The love of his life was gone and I think that he lost his will to live. Recently, Grandpa was moved into a VA home and his house was sold. I could tell that my dad was upset about getting rid of the house, but he had to do what he had to do.

We helped dad clean out the house..there wasn't a lot of value due to the condition of the home. But going through it brought out a lot of memories. I decided that I wanted to take something that would remind me of them. I came across three angels on the window sill and thought that I would take one, and give the other two to Jenny and Katy. It wasn't until later that I discovered that one of the angels had a broken wing. This angel seemed to intrigue me. Why? Well, as silly as it sounds, it made me think of myself....trying to go through this life as best I can even though I am always trying to overcome an obstacle. I perservere every day even though I sometimes feel like everything is working against me. But, I remain strong through it all.

"And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly"

-Martina McBride

I am that angel with a broken wing. And one day, you will see me fly. One day.