Angel Urns For Mom Novels & Stories

I took a deep frustrated breath when I stopped the ignition of the car. It's been ten years, ten agonizing years living with the memories of my parents. The memories of their death is still so fresh in my mind, every time I close my eyes I can see them. The tears on their face. The pain. And it makes me more angry, anger is the only feeling that I'm feeling right now. Anger towards those who took my parents away from me and anger towards those who wanted to take Vander away from me.

Standing in the pool of light beneath it, she whispered, “I did it, Mom. I didn’t let them bury you. They used to treat your name like a rumor—now they’ll see it on the sign. Angel Manor. I won’t let them take what you loved.” Her voice steadied with every word. She moved through the rooms Angela had loved, naming them aloud—the vase, the garden bench, the swing—as if saying them out loud pulled them back into being. Then it struck her: something was missing. Not the blue diary with its ruined pages—something deeper. The ruby necklace. Her mother’s bracelet. The heirlooms that had once gleamed on Angela’s dresser like promises. Gone.

After all, what's a journey without a few souvenirs? In the heart of the city, we discovered a quaint boutique filled with charming trinkets and handmade treasures. Angel, with a mischievous smile, picked out a small Italian leather bracelet adorned with a delicate charm shaped like a tiny gondola. "This is for Heaven," he said, his eyes reflecting the joy of choosing a gift for our little one. I spotted a colorful artisanal puzzle, a perfect addition to Heaven's growing collection of games. As we made our selections, we imagined her excitement upon receiving these surprises.

Angel fussed. "Oh but you look more beautiful in yellow?" Scarlet was kneeling before Angel matching her height and combing her blonde ringlets to cute ponies. "Mama you see you bought this matching satchel for me from the Miami market last Christmas. I love it and want to match it with my frock." Scarlet stares at the handbag for a while and bits of images hit her memory accompanied by severe pain on the back of her head. Little Angel was oblivious to her mother's health as she rushed to her cupboard to place some Toto toys in her satchel that her dad bought for her last Friday.

"Hello, Mom." Angela sat in her wheelchair, impeccably dressed, exuding the elegance of a distinguished lady from a prestigious family. Her hair was neatly styled, and the pearls in her ears glimmered, hinting at the beauty she had in her youth. However, the unfortunate marriage and her life's hardships had left deep marks on her face. Angela's expression was somber and harsh, her eyes shadowed with a severity that made her look much older than her years.

I entered the ward, and saw Angela, combing the hair of a baby doll, she was still receiving IV fluids, and it's hard paying for her stay here in the hospital. "Angela" I called her name, and she looked at me, with a smile on her face. "Where is mom?" I asked. "She stepped out to get some food, she will come back soon" She said and resumed combing the baby doll's hair. "Who gave you the baby doll, Angela?" I asked, sitting beside her on the bed. "Karen came here earlier and she gave one of her baby dolls to me saying I shouldn't die so I can return it to her" Angela said.

Angela didn’t know where her daughter lay. She circled the cemetery once. Her fingers trembled as they brushed over the cold, damp earth. Her only memory of the child was the tiny, curled figure she had once seen on an ultrasound screen. Angela’s tears fell like rain as she rested her forehead against the grave, murmuring softly. “Baby, it’s raining… are you cold? I’m sorry. Mommy didn’t even know whether you were wearing any clothes…”

“Hello.” Back in Moore Manor, Mrs. Lawson had thought of all sorts of ideas to keep Angel company for the entire morning and it was time for Mrs. Lawson’s to start preparing lunch in the kitchen. Angel headed back to her bedroom, carrying a Dora doll. It was a gift to her from her mother. Angel missed her mother very much despite still being slightly mad at her. Angel could no longer hold back as she picked up her handphone and called her mother. After a few seconds of silence, Angel voiced out, “Mommy!”

“They’re special ones. They’ve been passed down from mother to daughter in my family. I had the urge to use them last night.” When I turn my attention back to the cards, my stomach turns. “A scythe, a grave, and the unknown,” Angie murmurs. My voice shakes as I ask, “Am I going to die?” A small, surprised laugh escapes her lips. “No. When I took out these cards, I saw a woman with your face in a flowing, emerald dress.”

Slowly ,he lost his soul and stop breathing. While in the Angel mansion , Angel Edriana Moo works up on ger bed with tears . She knew , she had comes back and left her loving and caring husband in the parallel world . She looks at the calendar in her phone and she's only leaving the world for few months . Slowly she calls her mother with tears flowing down on her checks. " Mommy .... I'm back . " Angel cried hard. " Mommy knows baby ... my advice is , you go to the university tomorrow . Find the first sit in the class. "