They do walk amongst us, the Angels. In human form we can see them as the nurse who cares for the sick and dying with such compassion. The first provider who rescues the drowning survivor or trapped traveler. There are more of them than we ever recognize, these Angels. Well, how lucky was I to have met one and lived with one for 34 years: Stacy Lynn.
Honestly, with hindsight which can be 20/20, I realized just the other day the Angel I found way back when. I had run a personal ad for perhaps the umpteenth time that autumn of ’91. When she answered it with a sweet letter along with her picture, I wanted to meet her ASAP. When she walked into that Red Robin pub that evening, just for a quick drink (she said she had her daughter with the babysitter and needed to be home soon) I recognized her face from the picture. Looking back now 34+ years later I remembered that Angelic glow around her head, which did not register way back then. Well, it obviously did, but was lost in my anticipation of meeting her.
I had this dear friend, a woman I called ‘Sis’, who was a well known professional clairvoyant. Barbara Stabiner had given me a myriad of readings since my first one in ’79. I always would bring a photo of a new woman I was dating (thinking this could be ‘The love of my life’) and did the same after I had met Stacy. Barbara gazed at it and said ‘This is the one you’ll marry’, and I did just that in January of ’94. Barbara also made this psychic comment about Stacy a year into our relationship. She said Stacy was ‘An angel who is here to earn her wings.’ How correct she was.
It isn’t just the love of all animals and their need for caring that makes Stacy so special. It isn’t the fact that I never heard her say a cross word to anyone in 34 years ( excepting of course me, her erratic,annoying husband). She was highly opinionated but just as tolerant towards many she laid eyes on. I could rave and ramble about this and that which pushed my buttons, yet she would always give their point of view to me to quiet my anger a bit. This Angel would rather do without if it meant allowing me to have something she thought I needed or desired. I never asked her to do that, but it just came natural for her. Looking back one realizes this is how an Angel would behave. Even when she knew she was dying Stacy made it clear that I must promise to ‘Look after our kitties’. And I do.
How lucky any of us who shared paths with Stacy are. We don’t always meet an Angel do we? …just ask the myriad puppies in our neighborhood.
PA Farruggio
In Memory of One who lives on
May, 2026