This is based on the story our (Maggie and Maria's) Grandmother Brown (Concha) used to tell us about when she went back to the orphanage where she grew up. Grandmother was a saint in the real sense of the word and so it wasn't surprising to us that this happened to her. Her sister, Tonya, became a nun and ran orphanages when she grew up. Her name then was Sister Josepha and she was in the Sisters of Mercy of St. Vincent de Paul, the flying nuns. Concha died Sept 27, 1958. She had just had a bath and the nurse asked her how she was feeling. Grandmother said "just fine" and died. That's why I put the words "just fine" in the song, as one more small tribute to this magical, blessed woman that we had the honor to know and love.

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Grandma’s Angel

My sister and I grew up as orphans
We were moved from home to home
But through the grace that shone from heaven
We were never afraid or alone.

We were blessed by the hands of angels
We were fed by our Savior’s love
Our paths were lighted, our hearts were guided
By songs of angels from heaven above

When I was older I went to visit
The orphanage where we were raised
There were so many needy children
And only one bed where I could lay

It was the room of an older woman
She was frail and close to death
Don’t fear my child, the sister told me
It is a holy place, for you to rest

We were blessed by the hands of angels
We were fed by our Savior’s love
Our path was lighted, our hearts were guided
By songs of angels from heaven above

Before dawn I was awakened
By a stranger sitting at the woman’s feet
Dressed in white, almost glowing
His presence filled me with a glorious peace

His voice was soothing, I wasn’t fearful,
He said she would be just fine
In the morning, Sister woke me
To say the elder woman had died

We were blessed by the hands of angels
We were fed by our Savior’s love
Our paths were lighted, our hearts were guided
By songs of angels from heaven above

There are so few who see an angel
In this life, as I have shared with you
But all around us are signs and blessings
And this message I bring is the truth

We are blessed by the hands of angels
We are fed by our Savior’s love
Our paths are lighted, our hearts are guided
By songs of angels from heaven above