The Angel Wore Red, White, and Blue

Angel RachelI was out on the porch of The House on the Hill, grilling a burger for a quiet Fourth of July lunch, when the goosebumps began their patriotic march across my body.

“Should I throw a burger on for you?” I asked my guest without having to turn around to know she was there.

“You knew I was here?” the familiar voice replied.

Of course I knew.  My body only reacted this way when it was near the most beautiful creature I’d ever met.

“I’m just wondering where you’ve been for the past three weeks when I’ve really needed you,” I snapped at her as I calmly flipped my burgers.

“Please turn around and look at me,” Rachel the Archangel pleaded.

I sighed, lowered the flame on the grill, and slowly did as she requested.  I was surprised to discover that Rachel’s usual all white garb was today red, white, and blue.

“How very patriotic,” I muttered like a spoiled child.

Uncle_Sam_(pointing_finger)The Archangel smiled, making her even more gorgeous, and causing the dimple on her right cheek to come out and dance.  “Happy Fourth of July, Austin.  I want you to stop moping and enjoy the Holiday.”

She was a breathtakingly beautiful female version of Uncle Sam, so I was powerless to resist her call for patriotism.  I finally managed a weak smile.

“You’ve had to have known how difficult these last few weeks have been for me, Rachel.  Where have you been?” I pleaded.

Her smile vanished, as my words had clearly hurt her.  The burgers sizzled on the grill behind me as the beautiful Angel closed the gap between us with a graceful stride.  She sized me up in her enormous brown eyes that always seemed to see something in me that no one else ever could.

“Did you really think I had abandoned you?” she asked in a pained voice.  “I would never do that.  I have been watching over you, but from a distance.  I knew that this was something you needed to tackle on your own.”

“On my own?” I practically shouted at her.  “Being left all alone was exactly the problem I was not tackling well at all.  Aren’t you my Guardian Angel?  Wasn’t this the sort of issue that you’re supposed to guide me through?”

I was so angry that I turned my back on her and focused all my attention on the hamburgers that seemed to be handling being left alone much better than I was.

“You were always in my thoughts, and I was never so far away that I could not have appeared in all my Angelic glory, flaming sword drawn, had the situation dictated,” she assured me with a slight attempt at humor as she crept up behind me.

I wanted so badly for her to hug me.  A hug was all that I’d really wanted over the last few weeks.  Sometimes, it’s just the simplest things that will settle a soul, but a man can’t really hug himself.

“Why has this had to be so difficult, Rachel?” I asked as I continued to work over a burger with my spatula, keeping my back turned to hide the tears that were welling in my eyes.  “Everything was so perfect.  I was so happy.  Love was finally working for me.  Why did she have to go away?”

heart03“You were the one who encouraged her to chase her dreams, even though you knew it would send her far away from The House on the Hill,” the Archangel reminded me in her sweet, soothing voice.  “You proved how much you loved her.  Because you believed in her, she had the courage to finally do something that had only been a dream before you met.”

Rachel was right, of course.  Maybe that was why this has been so difficult for me.  If I’d been selfish and less encouraging, I would probably be a hell of a lot happier right now.  Of course, I’d also have to live with knowing that I’d clipped the wings of a beautiful bird, who was clearly meant to fly so high.

“Thanks for making sure I wasn’t alone on Independence Day,” I told my guest as I moved the hamburgers off of the grill and onto a plate.

“You’re never alone, Austin,” the Archangel reassured me.

I turned off the grill and nodded my understanding.  I wasn’t exactly sure I agreed with her, but at the moment, the other chair on my front porch had someone to sit in it, and that was making me feel a little better…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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45 Responses to The Angel Wore Red, White, and Blue

  1. Beautifully written, Austin. I’m not sure if I’ve ever said this to you before – bit you have a way with words!

    I’m glad the chair is no longer empty. Happy 4th of July to you – enjoy those burgers!

  2. markbialczak says:

    OK, you two, settle down …

  3. Sweet and sad all at the same time. I’m sorry. 😦

  4. Rebekah says:

    This is interesting… Thanks for sharing. The one you inspired to fly The one you let go. The one who inspired you. Your loneliness. Your Angel. Your needs and wants… I like it.

  5. Rebekah says:

    Is this the post where you are giving me the last word? Or are you giving me the last word on my post? Like a hint that I should do the same?

  6. Austin says:

    Reblogged this on The Return of the Modern Philosopher and commented:

    The Hopeless Romantic in me wishes you all a Happy Independence Day. Hope you enjoy this one from the Archives…

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