She Talks to Angels?

Quote of the Day:

She talks to angels. Says they call her out by her name.” –Black Crowes

It’s Thursday and time for the Thursday Pickin’ Playoff results, but ol’ TB made the dang game so complicated its gonna take me awhile to tally up the scores. In the meantime, I thought I’d pass along an account of a strange conversation I had yesterday with the Little Scamp.

We were sitting in a parking lot waiting for the doctor’s office to reopen for lunch. The Scamp was perched in her seat munchin’ on some crackers and apples and I was up front reading Twitter, catchin’ up on the previous night’s “flashoflight” excitement. Just before I cut off my phone, I saw a new tweet saying “everyone’s gonna be talking about this article.” Almost never do I follow Tweet links, just because that would take up more hours than are in a day, but this time I did. Here’s the article. The rest of this story won’t make much sense if you don’t scan through it. It’s about the unspeakable commonality between SEC basketball coaches Billy Donovan, John Pelphrey and Anthony Grant of losing children when they were all on the same staff.

I was reading the article, dispassionately at first, but as I became more and more absorbed by the story I found it difficult to stop tears welling up behind my eyes. Reading the details of the day a man lost his child–it’s not something I can easily contemplate. As the story moved on to all the good things these men are doing in the never-ending wake of their losses, I was entranced. I was oblivious to the Scamp in the back seat. She’d been sitting quietly for several minutes while I read. There were no cars around us, nothing in our vision in fact except the non-descript office in front of us.

Suddenly the Scamp spoke up. “Did you see the baby Daddy?” It broke the spell and released me from the sad grip of the story. “What baby, Sweetheart?”

“The BABY,” she said.

“I don’t know what baby you are talking about Scamp.”

“You didn’t see the baby,” she asked?

“No. Did you see a baby?”


“Was there a baby at school today?”

“No, Daddy, babies don’t go to school. Silly.” I looked all around. Still no one in sight.

“Scamp,” I felt a little silly, in fact, for what I was about to ask. “Did you see a baby in the car?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, what was she doing?”

“She was just smiling. She was happy.”

“What’s she doing now?”

“She had to go back home.”

I dropped it there. Three-going-on-four year olds like to talk about babies and, mine in particular, is the master of the non-sequiter.

If you reside in the TBU you know how I feel about internet religiosity. So I’m not suggesting anything as a conclusion to my little story. Truth is, I don’t even have a conclusion. Could’ve been pure coincidence. Could’ve been some kind of telekinetic connection between Father and Daughter and she sensed what I was feeling at the moment. Could it have been a little angel among us?

The only thing I know for sure is it’ll be dang hard for me to keep from rooting for Donovan and his two former assistants from now on.

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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11 Responses to She Talks to Angels?

  1. Jessie Lou says:

    I believe it could have been an angel but then I feel positive I’ve seen one before as well. IR has made fun of me over the years about it. Mildren Cunningham was the only person to believe in me and told me she knew it was an angel and that he was there to protect me. I can still vividly see him and recall it with clarity. I had one other experience in my old house of seeing an older woman in my bedroom. I’ve just always thought she was a ghost not an angel. I truly believe that God uses all kinds of methods to reach us when we need it – perhaps that is what happened to you.

  2. Jessie Lou says:

    And that would be Mildred – spelling corrected for above.

  3. tinyd says:

    Angels? Absolutely! When one of my LS’s was 3-4ish we were having a conversation about her grandfather. (deceased more than 20 years) She proceeded to tell me all about what they did together before “she came here.” Of course, I asked where she was before she came here. I was thinking maybe at our old house. She said, “You know, before I came to live with you and Daddy.” Like you TB, that’s where the conversation ended. But I do think about it often. I think children especially are in tune to “spiritual” things as well as how others are feeling at any particular moment.

    And sometimes I think the words “ghost” and “angel” could be interchangable.

  4. Jessie Lou says:

    TB and TD – I love stories like that and think that angels are ghosts can be interchangeable.

  5. Flyin J says:

    TB it could not have come at a better time. What Good does HE have for us? Everyday I amazed at the world around us and how bless I really am. Good talking to you and thanks. See you around.

  6. ZEEK says:

    I just really love the song by the Black Crowes you quoted from. Not really big on ghost theories, but of course the Lord has his angels.

  7. Jessie Lou says:

    There was a ghost at my grandmother house in MP and her name was Ms. Irving. My Gram swore that she washed dishes, etc and she would even talk to her which unnerved me to the fullest. One night when we spent the night my sister and I were up in bed with Gram reading National Enquirers and Redbook magazines and the door knob turned and Gram said “Hey Ms. Irving, come on in” – sister said I freaked and said I was never spending the night there again. I must have been 4 but I have no memory of this which is odd because I have a good one. Ms. Irving had been a crazy woman that had lived in the house a long time ago. The story goes that she had to be locked up in a room there because she tended to run around naked if she got loose. Gram also said that our grandfather would come back and speak to her which made me jealous as I was the favorite and I never saw him. This is the grandmother that named me Jessie Lou – crazy and full of fun.

  8. sweet says:

    I have witnessed telepathy numerous times and Larry can corroborate the six of clubs instance. A person from long ago was in my dream recently and the next morning I had a friend request on facebook from said person. Haven’t thought about this person in years. To me, that ain’t a coincidence. Man, I have all kinds of examples. Angels………or something too. Things are happening around us. As a matter of fact, I just had deja vu. Madd Dawg will make a smartass comment very soon.

  9. ZEEK says:

    “Four of Diamonds, Six of Clubs, Jack of Spades…..”, Evil Dead…. still the scariest movie I’ve ever seen. (1984) I think Sweet is a ghost, or maybe even an angel…..kinda like the one Travolta played in that movie, ya know the one that sinned and all.

  10. Jessie Lou says:

    That would be “Michael” I believe. The O’Sullivan children called me Auntie Pyscho – I got tagged with that because I was showing them my psychic capabilities and one of them said psycho insteaad of psychic……or maybe that was what they really meant. Can’t tell with that group. It could just be both. Knowing, as they say, is half the battle.

  11. Fish says:

    I have never seen a Ghost or Angel and quite frankly I am not sure how I feel about it. But I’ll tell you one thing, I ain’t gonna tempt it by saying they are not real!

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