She gave this to me the year that we met again, after so long. I was adopted out as a baby and she didn't meet me again until I was almost 30.
I'm not supposed to wear the like in uniform, but as long as no-one saw it, who was to complain? I tucked the small angel pin up inside a pocket and she has been my faithful companion through two deployments overseas and many other travels. I've always felt like this little angel was Grandmother Barnes' quiet hand on my shoulder; a comfort and a blessing.
Grandma Barnes died yesterday morning after a relatively brief and ugly battle with the cancer that had invaded her spine, kidneys and lymph. I don't know if I can bear to wear this pin daily anymore for fear I will lose it and perhaps no longer feel her hand resting on my shoulder.