True Story Of Faith
Since Lauren left us I catch myself staring at little girls about her age and longing to hold them in my arms, I really have to watch my self so that people don't think I'm some kind of a weirdo, I just feel this need to hold a little nine year old girl in my arms.
I work in a restaurant and have been there almost 12 years. I know a lot of the regulars but many I have just spoken to in passing. About 4 1/2 months after Lauren died I was at work on a Saturday afternoon. A mother and her daughter came in to eat lunch and I waited on them.
I had seen these two a few times before, but had never had a conversation with them. I found myself staring at the little girl and wanting to hug her so badly. When I realized this, I tried to look at her out of the corner of my eye so they wouldn't notice.
This went on for a little while and then I had this very strong urge to tell this mother about Lauren. I don't usually tell strangers about her, but the feeling would not go away. I just wanted to share Lauren with her so badly.
Something kept prodding me to go to that table and tell her, I kept talking myself out of it, and I didn't want to upset the child either.
Finally I saw the little girl get up from the table and I thought, here's your chance, I almost didn't go but a stronger force pushed me and I am so glad it did.
I went to the table and asked the mother how old her child was and she said that she was 10 years old. Some how through my tears I managed to get out the words that I wanted to say. She told me how sorry she was and I knew it was genuine. She asked me how it happened and I told her, then she began to tell me that her daughter had also lost a friend the same way. I told her how sorry I was to hear that.
I have one of those picture frame keychains with Lauren's photos in it and I took it out to show her my Angel. About that time her daughter returned to the table, she took one look at the picture and said "That's Lauren, she's my best friend".
It turns out that Lauren and Nichole (the little girl) played together when they visited their Dads who live in the same neighborhood, the mother had never met Lauren. They had played together the day before the accident ( they rode her pink go cart).
I really began to cry then, I asked Nichole if I could have a hug and she gladly obliged (I got several more that day). I believe I was prompted into telling them about Lauren from a much higher realm. I thank God daily for putting Nichole and her mother right there when I needed a sign and a hug. Now I know that He does listen and that strengthened my faith and continues to do so. Lauren touched many people in her short life and continues to from her new Heavenly home.
Angel Hugs to You...Nichole
..Nanny loves you Lauren...