As I have stated in another one of my posts here on my blog, I find it really sad when you see a grave site that is not visited.
So, I tend to visit the cemetery from time to time, to place flowers on my grandparent's grave as well as a few other deceased relatives that are all buried in the same cemetery.
My husband had come with me that day, as had my two daughters. My youngest daughter was all of 4 or 5 years of age at the time.
After visiting one of the graves and placing some flowers there, we began to head back to our car. My youngest daughter began running. She was probably all of 5 or 6 feet ahead of my husband and I.
As she began running I yelled to her to stop running and to walk, since she was headed for the roadway in the cemetery.
Just as I said that, I saw a car to our left and it was driving very fast. In fact the driver was driving much too fast. My husband and I both saw the car fast approaching.
We both immediately started to sprint towards our daughter to try and grab her as we both yelled to her to stop because there was a car coming.
Just as we both called out to her and began running towards her, she fell backwards and landed on her bum. I remember immediately thinking, 'Oh thank God!'. That was because if she had kept running, she would have run into the path of the oncoming car and most definitely would have been hit.
As my husband and I reached her, my husband reached down to help her up. She was angry and swatted him in the leg. She then said, "Why did you do that?" My husband asked, "Why did I do what?" She said, "Make me fall."
My husband told her he didn't know what she was talking about. My daughter stood up and came to me. I picked her up and told her that she shouldn't be running in the cemetery because there are cars that drive through and she could get hit.
She said, "So, daddy didn't have to grab me." She then looked at my husband and she was mad. She then said, "Daddy made me fall." I asked her what she was talking about and reassured her that her dad and I were nowhere near her when she fell. She then said, "Well who pulled me?"
We reached the car and while placing our daughter's into their car seats, and fastening their seat belts, I was thinking about what my daughter had just said and then it dawned on me. She was running and was on a slight hill that sloped downward towards the roadway in the cemetery.
If she tripped, how could she have possibly fallen backwards? She should have fallen forward. I mentioned this fact to my husband as we both got into the car. My husband said, "Yeah, you're right. That is odd."
I turned towards my daughter and asked her, "So, what exactly happened? You started running and then what?" My daughter said, "I was running and someone grabbed my shirt and pulled me backwards." I looked at my husband and said, "That's weird."
My older daughter who was 6 or 7 asked what was so weird about it. So, I pointed out the fact that no one was near her when she fell. My older daughter then said, "So, it was probably her guardian angel."
My husband and I just looked at each other. I smiled and said, "You know what? I believe you could be right."
And I did believe it, in fact to this very day I still believe someone pulled her back to keep her from being hit by that car. Was it her guardian angel? I have no idea, but I am thankful to whoever it was that protected her that day.
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