In the arms of the angel

Windsor Park

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This article was published 04/02/2026 (224 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

We can’t see them, hear them or touch them. But I truly believe in guardian angels.

For some context – 2025 was a rough year for my family. My teenage daughter (who gave me permission to write about this), was born with a congenital heart condition and required multiple surgeries as a newborn. This past year, she spent over a month in the hospital which culminated in flying to Edmonton for another open heart surgery last fall. The fact that now – after numerous visits to children’s emergency, infections, complications, and a late-night ambulance ride to the hospital – she is still able to do all the teenager-y things she loves to do, such as go to the mall and hang out with friends is evidence enough for me that guardian angels must exist.

If more proof is needed, we were recently driving home after a cardiac appointment at the HSC Children’s Heart Centre and were stopped at a red light. When the light turned green, I inched forward slowly, as the roads were very icy. Halfway through the intersection, a van suddenly sped through the red light, crossing right in front of us.

If we had started moving even a few milliseconds earlier, that van would have slammed right into the passenger side of our car – right where my daughter, still recuperating from her open heart surgery, was sitting.

I slammed on the brakes, wide-eyed and breathless as the van sped by. It happened so fast, I didn’t even have time to think about honking the horn.

I don’t think my daughter even realized what had happened. She turned to look at me as if confused why I had suddenly stopped.

I know I can’t prove it, but I deeply believe that my daughter’s own personal guardian angel was watching over her that day. Just like they watched over her during all those days in the hospital, through all the painful bloodwork, tests, procedures and surgeries. Through all the scariness and uncertainty and not knowing what was going to happen.

So, I don’t need to see, hear or touch to believe. I just know.

And that’s proof enough for me.