Tracy Tatum_

“Their wings were ready but our hearts were not!”

I bought my Angel wings necklace in September 2015 and have not taken them off since. My angel is my niece (like a daughter to me) Isabella Alise! She and her best friend Kylie were killed in an automobile accident when a Georgia State Patrol officer was going 91 in a 45, he had on no lights, no siren and was not going to a call. She and her 3 friends were coming back from a fast food restaurant at about 11:30 pm, she and Kylie her best friend were in the back seat. They made a left hand turn coming over a small hill (just large enough to be a blind hill) the trooper came barrelling towards them. My gorgeous Isabella was killed instantly and her gorgeous friend Kylie fought for 4 hours before dying from her massive injuries. Not a day or hour goes by since September 27, 2015 where I don’t think about my Beautiful Bella. She comes to me in dreams or in the colors of a beautiful sky. She would have been a senior in high school this year, she was 16 when she was killed and Kylie was 17. It is so hard to imagine the loss our families have suffered. Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to be I hold up my angel necklace and kiss it, in a way it makes me feel closer to her. Thank you for making such a simple and beautiful necklace it will forever be with me.

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My angel came to me in a dream. I guess my story starts with my dream wish to go to college. In my dreams I was with two friends Jon and josh,we were in class ,I told Jon I was going to the ladies room. When I got on the elevator to go up three floors because the restrooms were out of order on the first floor. On e the door opens I walk out and this person dressed in a janitors outfit. He asked what I was doing there. I told him then he said I .use leave. I protested and he insisted I must leave,so I asked why. He said it was not my time. I said what time , so he went on to say he was my angel who was called Joseph. I said prove it. He went on by telling me about an incident that happened to me when I was seven. He asked me do you believe me now . I was stunned with his tale of my seven years of age. He was insistent that I leave that floor so turned around and left confused and scared. I remember crying and praying that all this was just a joke. He was tall with black curly hair and blue eyes. Then he appeared again one other time. I believe he was my angel because I have been struggling with the loss of a family member. He was there to console me .

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My story is two-fold. One, why the La Soula music note pendant means so much to me and two, my angel story.

My Dad passed this year. I am an only child and was very close to my Dad. I was also very close to my grandfather who passed in 1982. My grandfather was a prominent jazz guitarist from the 1930’s on. My Dad, who still had my grandfather’s guitars, told me in hospice to sell them. The one, which needed major restoration and did not hold a significant connection to me, I did sell to a collector in Ohio. The other, I could not let go. That guitar was a significant part of my life up until my grandfather passed and his music was silenced. For the guitar being 80 years old, it is in near mint condition. My husband asked what I was going to do with it. I told him I was going to do was it was made for – play it! I started taking lessons for about 5 months now. Music came somewhat naturally to me, I guess I inherited my grandfather’s musical gene. Playing his guitar has helped in my healing process and the music note is very special and dear to my heart.

After Dad passed, I was struggling with the thought of there not being eternal life after we depart this world. About four months after my Dad died, I had the most wonderful “dream.” I could feel my Dad standing behind the right side of me and my grandmother standing behind the left side of me. My grandfather was standing in front of our living room fireplace. Upon seeing him, I felt like I literally exploded with so much joy and love that to this day, I still cannot describe it properly. This was way beyond “I’m so happy to see a loved one that has departed in a dream” feeling. It was “explosive.” In my “dream”, my grandfather and I had a very interactive encounter. I woke up sobbing, but felt elated as well. About twenty minutes later, I was having breakfast and I happened to look into the living room from the breakfast bar and I saw the most beautiful glowing light about the size of a soccer ball right in front of the fireplace where my grandfather stood in my “dream.” It stayed for a few seconds and then disappeared through the fireplace wall.

Some may discount my experience and that’s okay. However, if it can bring one person comfort in their difficult time like it has done for me, then so be it. So, angels, divine intervention, spirits? Whatever my experience was, it has helped me heal and restored my faith as well.

Thank you La Soula for letting me share my experience. Merry Christmas.

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Sitting in dirt, with only a ripped shirt that draped my frail body sitting underneath the sun seeing children alike without a family or a home, is where I start my story. It has taken most my life to get to this point where I am able share it. I was born in a 3rd world country, my father died when I was a very young girl, my mother left with 3 children where women’s rights don’t exist and barely exist there even now. She did what she thought was best and she married another man and he did unspeakable things which I don’t care to share yet. But this is where my first angel had to have came in and saved me because I should have died many times at the cost of his hands yet I did not. She soon after gave me up for adoption, I was so hurt and confused at that time I did not understand what she was doing, it was out of love. I haven’t seen her since that day and its been many years. I lost the rest of my family that very same day and have never seen my brother or sister. At the orphanage, the Nun was so kind to me, she taught me that not everyone would hurt me. No one really wanted an older child to adopt and by some miracle I was which I like to think was another work of an angel. After I came here to America, they did not honor what they swore to the judge or the church. She too was abusive, broken bones and pain I still deal with to this very day but I look back and know that God was there and He sent angels to protect me because there is no way I should have survived. I have to believe everything works out for the best somehow, I still don’t know why I was chosen for such heartache except to help others with their pain. I put myself through college (with them laughing at me and discouraging me) and I am currently a nurse (back in school again), I enjoy taking care of the sick because some how helping them, feels like I am bringing some good into this world and my life was worth something for that day. I truly believe we have guardian angels. Someone told me that my parents are my guardian angels, they may not be here in real life but are in spirit. I don’t know if that is true or not, but I do believe they exist and God sends each of us at least one and more when we are in severe danger. I cut out a lot of this story because its pretty rough but I think you can get the idea. As much as I love your shop and your jewelry ( I bought bracelets when they were on sale) I share this more so that if there is someone out there reading this, that anything is possible and not to give up. I won’t lie and say everything is sunshine and roses, holidays are the hardest times for me because I don’t think anyone should be alone especially on Christmas. I still don’t have a family and that makes me very sad but I have to believe maybe one day that will change. I am trying to be content with what I have for I have so much than I have ever had in my life. A safe apartment and a refriderator with food and and clothes and shoes. I hope sharing a little bit of my story, may touch someone and know to keep moving forward and not to turn ugly no matter what stones are thrown at you. Because with those stones, you can build with them. We can be angels to others, just simple act of kindness or smile goes a long ways. You never know who may needed that. I read your stories and my heart goes out to you all. Wish each of you a very Merry Christmas and many blessings to come.
<3 Ruby

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Linda Cirenza_

My angel is my daughter Marisa a.k.a. Sister Chiara. She is a Dominican Nun in the order of The Sisters of St. Cecelia in Nashville, Tn., a teaching order
. I have three children, she is my only daughter. She entered the Motherhouse (convent) August 2012. I don’t ever remember crying as much as I did the entire ride (9hours) home and all night. Visiting is limited and there is no communication via telephone or email… just letter writing twice a month. She was allowed one home visit after the first year and has not been home since. Her next home visit will be spring of 2017. She will receive her Masters Degree in teaching in 2017 and is already teaching at a Catholic School in Carmel Indiana.
Despite all the hardship of not seeing or speaking to her, she is truly a gift to our family. She prays daily for us and is truly our family angel. We are so proud of her and her vocation.

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