She sat at the edge of the viewing pond, a silver tear sliding
down a delicate cheek, watching the reflections. The Silver One
eased to her side and laid his head on her knee. “This is a place
of perfection, why the tears? I know you are new here – perhaps
I can help?” The angel gently stroked the Silver One’s fur as she
gazed into the pond. “this place is indeed lovely, but I know you
are also sad even here.” Now the Silver One gazed into the deep
waters. “He will not let me ease his pain though I try.”
“I didn’t want help – I was so weary. I did not see then that by
refusing help she would feel burdened by this guilt. It was my
choice and I did not listen to her pleas – her concerns. I never
meant to leave her that guilt.” She turned to the Silver One.
“How do reach her now, tell her all the words I left unsaid? How
do I tell her how much I love her and how very proud I am?” Tears
began to flow “I tried to do what would be best – I was so afraid I
would fail her after her father died. She was a good child – and we
crossed words, yes, but that is normal. I closed her out so many time
because I was afraid or in pain, I didn’t mean to hurt her. How do I let
her know how much I have always loved her, how proud I am of her?”
The Silver One looked into her eyes, “She will realize that what she
feels is grief – guilt is always a step on that path.” The angel looked
back at the Silver One “Will she one day realize she is so much more
than I had ever hoped for.”
