You're My Angel

The Meaning

I found out later in my life my mother always had a reason for everything she did. My mother was the most interesting person I had ever met.

"Lailah, you were named after an angel; the angel of night."
"What angel were you named after mommy?"

I was 8 at the time this conversation with my mother was being taken.

"I wasn't named after an angel, I was named after their grace. Mommy's name is Ana."
"Was Micah named after an angel too?"

Micah was my twin brother.

"Yes sweetie, the angel of miracles. I choose that name because its a miracle to have twins."
"Why weren't you named after an angel?"
"You're going to have to ask your grandmother that question," she laughed. "Grace is what makes angels different."

My mother certainly was different, in the best way possible. Although, in my eyes, she truely was an angel. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had dark brunette hair and crystal blue eyes.

The image of my mother escapes my mind little by little each day, but her voice will never leave my head. I hear many of the conversations I had with my mother repeat each night in my dreams; every night one is different. I often believe I have these dreams because she doesn't want me to forget her, but how could I?