My family wasn’t particularly religious. We went to Mass, but back then, everyone did. There was the usual observation during the big hits of Christmas and Easter, but only one prayer I was taught stands out, and it would be said every night, before bed.
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I’ve often reflected that had I acted on the information given to me by angels, I wouldn’t have suffered such a heart-breaking loss and become a widowed, single mother. But then I wouldn’t have my children and I can’t imagine life without them. I don’t regret that path.
Angels have been in my life for as long as I can remember. I have memories of them leaning over my cot, tall and bathed in bright light. As a child they told me one day I’d write a book, which made me laugh because back then I was described as ‘slow’. I couldn’t even write my name. In fact, I was dyslexic but with no diagnosis I was put at the back of the classroom and largely ignored.