Finally the big day had come. Of all the little angels she knew, she was the one chosen for a very special assignment on Earth.
-”Tuva”, said the oldest and wisest angel amongst the clouds, “Today it will be the day you have to choose the family you want to spend your Earth years with.”
And then with a deeper, more serious voice, he added:
“And you remember what we’ve talked about. It can’t be any family. It has to be THE family. The family that will understand your message and will spread it to the world.”
Tuva understood the weight of her responsibility and smiled.
She already knew where she wanted to be.
She had known that for years now. She had followed her future family from the moment her dad had laid his wise brown eyes into her mother’s big heavenly eyes. From the moment they decided to spend the rest of their lives together, from the moment they had decided to bring her big brother to the world.
And she has watched her big brother grow. And she knew he would be perfect, coming from such special parents. And so he was: wise, smart and full of life. He would be able to teach her everything she needed to learn. He would understand her message.
As every angel that comes to Earth, she knew her time here would be short. But it didn’t matter. The shorter her time was, the stronger her capacity to influence every one around her would be.
She had learned from the other little angels, that humans have a tendency for taking life for granted when it just happens and flows by.
Humans needed a dose of fear of losing something loved to really understand how to cherish it.
This uncertainty, this fear of losing a part of themselves, would make them live the present, day by day as if there were no tomorrows. They would know how precious every single moment together would be. They wouldn’t waste time with mundane things that didn’t matter.
And she would be their sunshine. She would remind them every single day when they felt sad or depressed, that she was there, that she was alive and that she was happy.
She would teach them what life is really all about.
When it would be time for her to leave, they would know they had been witnesses to something very special.
They would know that a few years of completely surrender to life and love are worth a thousand times more than a lifetime filled of nothingness.
And then they will also smile and feel whole, letting peace enter their hearts.
And Tuva will know she had accomplished her mission.
Thank you Tuva, Anton, Hasse and Ida, for letting me also witness your miracle.
I was reading one of my favorite blogs at Allt om Barn when a headline of Tilde de Paula’s blog caught my eye. I went to her blog and read the article about the Krogh’s every day struggle against their youngest daughter’s disease, the Leighs Syndrom.
I cried while I read Tilde’s article and cried even more when I got to the Krogh’s homepage and started realizing what an outstanding family they were. Their blog never talked about pain or sorrow, but about life and love and being positive.
I have a very big difficulty accepting death, specially when it’s a child’s. I really don’t know if I’d ever be able to survive if one of my children got sick or died suddenly. But we live in a mad world and we never know what could happen in the future, so I have to learn to cope, learn to survive. I kindly asked the Krogh’s if I could come and meet them and offered to photograph their beautiful family. To my joy, they thought it was a great idea and last Monday, I spent some hours in their hometown getting to know them, and being awed at their incredible love energy.
I live a life filled with love, I’ve never had to witness a sudden dramatic death, and that’s why I’m maybe so afraid of not knowing what to do if one day this scenario changes. Meeting the Krogh’s was the first step to understanding the mechanism of life, and understanding how to accept the uncertainty of life.
This is a very long blog post because I hope I can spread to you at least 10% of the life wave I felt while I was with them!
:-)
Tuva has Leighs Syndrom and you can read more about it in the Krogh’s own blog: http://busungar.krogh.se/
by Ju
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