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January-March, 2004

Rouge

by Rev. Georgeann Medvid, O.M.C.

My Irish grandmother told me about my guardian angel when I was seven. She told me that Red, my angel, had been with me since before birth and was here to protect, guide, play and pray with me for the rest of my life.

I asked her why my angel’s name was Red and she simply said her name had always been Red. I didn’t think Red was a very fancy name for an angel but accepted my wise grandmother’s knowledge. I had sensed one spirit with me for a long time but had never had a name for that guide.

Red is a faithful companion. She has been with me during good times and bad times. She was there when my Irish grandmother died and helped escort her to Heaven. My grandmother died when I was 13 and when my mother called and told me, I walked to Gram’s house. Upon arriving, my mother told me that she heard a choir of angels singing at the moment of Gram’s crossing and she knew that they had escorted Gram into Heaven.

In 1985 I went to St. Francis Cemetery in Petosky where my Irish grandmother, who gave me Red, is buried along with my grandfather and many other relatives and family friends. As I was visiting each grave, I noticed something I had never observed before. It was a gravestone that had the name Autumn Rouge on it. It was a two year old child’s grave. The date of birth was October, 1910 and the date of death was December, 1912.

Since autumn is associated with red and orange and rouge means red powder, I was curious. Two graves beside her were marked Rexfield and Anna Rouge, and the date of death was August, 1912 on both of them.

When I returned home, I went to see my old Aunt Emma and asked her if she knew of a two year old child named Autumn Rouge and her parents buried in the same section of cemetery as many of our relatives.

She told me that Autumn was a two year old orphan with the nickname Red that died from whooping cough shortly after her parents, very dear friends of my grandparents, were killed in a horse and wagon accident.

I told Aunt Emma the story of my angel called Red. She chuckled and said that Gram had very special insight and had given each grandchild their own special angel. For example, cousin Bob’s angel’s name was Stony, a nickname for our Great-Grandfather, who was a stone mason.

My Irish grandmother was a treasure. I have always been thankful for her and her unique gift of insight. Every morning since 1985 I awake knowing that not only Autumn Rouge but Rexfield and Anna are with me too.

Course 202: The Mystical Power of Rituals, explains the great love Gram expressed to me by giving me Red.

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