“For He will give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.” Ps. 91:11.
The angels came and took Grandma away…
But no worries. They brought her back later that afternoon.
Many of you know Grandma is recovering from a brain injury. She’s doing so much better, but still has problems with her vision. She found a doctor in Spokane, Washington, who specializes in vision problems for those with brain injuries.
A couple of years ago, she arranged for Angel Flight West to fly a veteran from our hometown to special medical care in Portland. So she contacted the organization to see if they would help her, and they did.
I wanted to go, but Grandma said, “Not this time. Aunt Lynn is going with me so she can take notes.” I looked at my paws, trying to figure out how to hold a pen and notepad.
“You know, Grandma, with these ears of mine…if the wind was just right and I was a little bigger, you and Aunt Lynn could climb on my back and I could fly you there.”
Grandma smiled and scratched my chin.
The gals met the first angel in La Grande. John Jewett is from Ellensburg, Washington. He flew them to Spokane for the appointment, then flew home after dropping them off.
Grandma was showing the photos taken by her PR photographer (thanks Aunt Sara Jane!)
“When did you get a PR photographer?” I asked her.
“Just then I guess,” she said. “You know Sara Jane. She’s crazy about airplanes!”
“I like this plane,” I commented.
“The funny thing is, Petey, its registration number is the same as my house number when I was growing up in Mississippi. I thought that was a nice coincidence.”
Grandma was relieved that the doctor gave her a better idea about what’s going on with her eyesight. Her vision is actually quite good. But her brain is still lagging in processing what she sees. I don’t understand it all, but she came home with some eye exercises to practice. And she’s allowed only 10 minutes at a time on the computer.
“Would you like to learn how to keyboard on the computer?” she asked me.
“No. I can’t reach the table.” I wonder about her sometimes. She knows how short I am.
“Who flew you home?” I asked.
“Another angel named John. John Dixon from Couer d’Alene.”
“We were treated like royalty on both flights. Petey, they were so kind and unselfish. It was a bit overwhelming to be around them. Sometimes tears would fill my eyes from being grateful.”
“I’m glad you two are smiling in these other pictures.”
“Yeah. We were tired and glad to be headed home.”
“What’s that last picture?” I pointed my paw.
“That’s what HOPE looks like. The doctor gave me hope that someday my eyes can work like they’re supposed to. I needed to know that.” She choked up a little.
Thank you to John and John and Aunt Lynn for taking care of my angel. Grandma’s been through a lot the past two years with her brain injury. All she wants to do is write, and her eyes won’t let her. She’s a pretty tough gal, though, and will work hard in following the doctor’s orders as long as she has hope.
And that’s what you gave her- hope.