We often talk about guardian angels as though they are mythical beings. I believe in them, wholeheartedly, and I believe mine are my ancestors, now on the other side of the veil.
Closest to me are my Norton grandparents (my dad's side). They lived in Logan, Utah, during all of my growing up years, and I loved to go visit them. They had a huge garden in back of their place, and they had all sorts of produce growing out there. I would go outside and eat raspberries and green peas right off the plants. To this day, those tastes bring back hoardes of good memories.
My grandmother grew hollyhocks, and she taught me how to make hollyhock dolls. I'd come home with three or four per summertime visit, but they never lasted as long as I thought they should.
As I look back, my grandparents were really quite ordinary. They didn't take me to expensive stores, we didn't go to amusement parks together, they didn't buy me scads of toys -- but what they did was so much more important. They loved and supported me. They were always there. Sometimes I think grandparents (and parents) today worry too much if they're giving enough to the children in their lives. They shouldn't worry about that at all -- just give your love. That's what will be remembered.
My grandpa passed away over twenty years ago and for my grandma it's been eight. To this day, when I think about them, I can feel their love and influence in my life and I know they're watching over me. Our guardian angels aren't giant winged creatures in shiny white nightgowns -- they are our own loved ones who have gone on before, who still love and care about us. Of this I'm sure.