Stories and Stuff

Stories and Stuff

The Guardian Angel In Blue
by John Schuderer

Most people never get to meet their Guardian Angels. I've met one of mine!

After I found Noel and called 911 and began calling family and friends, it wasn't very long before the house seemed to fill up with people. Having family and friends around me was comforting, but with all of the emergency personnel from the police department, fire department paramedics, and medical examiner's office, there was a feeling of what I call the "din of official activity." The "officials" were asking me questions about time, place, motives, time last seen, and so on. While this was going on, friends and family would arrive from time to time. I would greet them, hug them, cry with them, try to answer some of their questions. Sometimes this would happen in the middle of being questioned by one of the "officials." The "officials" were very considerate. They would wait and return to me later to get the answers to their questions. I seem to recall that a couple of times I never did finish answering questions of a certain individual "official." Somehow they all seemed to get the answers they needed.

Noel's mother had requested to see Noel's body before it was removed, after all of the "officials" did whatever they needed to do in the bedroom. Our family was finally informed that they would be removing Noel's body from the house soon so we went in. After we spent our time with Noel, we all moved out into the kitchen. The "officials" did their thing and they began leaving. I seem to remember a couple of them expressing their condolences. Because we were unable to get a hold of our Pastor, the Chaplain from the Police Department had been called to come and spend some time with us. While we were in the kitchen, I became aware that the "din of official activity" had ceased and a sense of calm, quiet and peace had entered the house.

Shortly thereafter I left the kitchen to retrieve something from my den. On my way back to the kitchen, I noticed that there was one lone police officer standing in a corner of the living room where a person wouldn't ordinarily stand. I remember talking to him, joking about how all the others had left and asking him if they had forgotten to take him with them. He was a young man, probably in his mid to late 20's. He had a handsome face that seemed to convey peace, compassion and comfort. His visage was almost radiant. His response to my question about being left behind was, "No, Sir. I'm not going to leave you alone here until the Chaplain arrives." I remember thinking "My, how thoughtful!" and I said something like "Thank you!" and returned to the kitchen to be with family and friends. The Chaplain arrived. The police officer's departure from the living room was without ever being noticed.

After telling this story to a couple of different people I realized the person who was standing in the corner of my living room that night, although he was dressed as a police officer, was not a police officer... he was a guardian angel! Since everyone was in the kitchen area of the house, he was probably not seen by anyone else. I believe that he was one of my guardian angels. I didn't get his name!