My Uncle Rodney was only 10 years old when he died, so I never knew him.  He passed away on St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, 1944 from a head injury received while playing football with his friends.   He survived 12 days after that until his condition worsened and he eventually died. 

From the stories, my Uncle Rodney was an amazing boy whom the whole town of Canute, Oklahoma loved.  He was always the sunshine in the room.  He had a beautiful singing voice and couldn’t wait until he was old enough to sing in the children’s choir at church.  Unfortunately he died before he got that opportunity.

In the months that my Grandma Hattie was dying, she described many beautiful visions of people who had passed.  One particular example of this was the vision of her son, Rodney, singing in the heavenly choir.  Before passing, Grandma Hattie indicated she could not believe the number of loved ones and angels waiting for her.

I have always felt my Uncle Rodney’s presence around me and think of him as one of my ‘angels’.

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