I grew up in a dysfunctional family. I was the middle child with an older sister and a younger mentally and physically disabled brother. My mother was emotionally unstable and would have violent outbursts. I can not remember a day when there would not be yelling between my parents.
Still I loved my parents equally and never blamed either one for a ruff upbringing. I always tried to help with my younger brother as much as possible and loved him so dearly.
As the years went by the fights became even more common. When I was thirteen you could say my family was falling apart. My parents were considering having my brother put into a facility to care for him. This alone devastated me beyond comprehension. My father was unable to emotionally cope, he became withdrawn and started drinking heavily at night when my mother was at work. My mothers behavior became more unstable. My parents were beginning to argue about divorce.
One night I had been awaken by my parents loud argument. My father was hysterical and burst into my bedroom yelling about my mother and something she had done. I was terrified not knowing what was happening. My father left the room, shut the door, and my parents continued their screaming at each other.
I tried to go back to sleep, but sleep was not a possibility. I could still hear them fighting when suddenly there was a light in my room. I thought my father was coming back in so I pretended I was asleep. I then realized he was still in the other room fighting with my mother. I sat up and saw a bright light in the shape of a person standing at the foot of my bed. I was so scared I pulled the covers over my head shaking. I then lowered the blanket to see if it was gone. The figure was still there. I felt a calming effect and then the figure slowly faded away.
The next day I didn't say anything to anyone. My father said he was sick and was not going to work. This was very unusual for him. I went to school like any other normal day. Around 11am I was called into the principles office. I was told not to go home but to go to my aunts house instead.
When I arrived at my aunts house I found all my relatives there. My uncle told me my father had committed suicide that morning.
I didn't think about my experience with the figure until I was 35. My husband of 17 years just walked out on me and our two children. I lost my house, car, sense of security, pride and worthiness. I was alone and very depressed.
I sat in the tub one night unable to stop crying. I just wanted all the pain and sadness to end. I had a bottle of pills in my hand ready to swallow them all down and the figure returned.
The figure only stayed for a brief moment. All of a sudden I remembered this figure visited me the night before my father died.
this must be an angel watching over me. I no longer felt alone.
I now believe there are angels who watch over us.