I was watching Whitney’s going home service on Saturday night and Alicia Keyes was called up to sing. She was overcome with her own emotions, but somehow found it in her to sing the most incredible song to honour her friend Whitney, or whom she called Mema.

I found myself part way through the song really emotional and crying. Not for what you may think, but because the words in the song were all about sending us an angel, and that of course to her, Whitney represented that angel.

The angel for me, was not Whitney, but another angel. An angel that I know who helped me three years ago today.

Last night at dinner, when I reminded my mom that it was three years ago today that I had my car accident. She didn’t remember. I am hoping that in time, I will forget as well. I am in the process of closing my claim with the insurance company, or maybe I would have let this anniversary start to become a distant memory for me.

But, not so much just yet. Maybe one more year I will remember to forget what today is.

But what I will never forget was the fact that I am pretty sure I am here today because of my angel, Aviva. I know that she was there with me that night, and that the two guys that helped me out of my car were there because of her. They had to be. One told me that he was a paramedic, which couldn’t really be, because there wasn’t an ambulance on the scene of the accident. Could it be a passerby who just “happened” to be an off duty paramedic? Possible. But what happened after I was pulled out of the car and taken to the tow truck, they were no where to be found. There was a police car, and the fire department arrived on scene, but no ambulance.

I think I will leave this memory with the fact that my angel made sure that it was not my time. I have seen and heard a lot of situations with brain injuries and so much worse that could have happened to me, but didn’t.

Thank you my angel, you will never be forgotten.