A day or two ago I read Richard G. Scott’s conference talk from last April wherein he spoke at length on helps we receive from loved ones beyond the veil.

Today I taught the Gospel Doctrine class in Sunday School from 3^rd Nephi where angels came down and ministered to the little children.

This morning, in preparation for the lesson, I recalled how Area Authority Karl Nelson once prayed for specific members of our stake that he’d visited during our stake conference weekend.  Afterward, in the presence of the high council and stake presidency, he prayed for (among many others) me, and my wife, who was caring for her invalid mother.  His prayer left all 18 men sobbing.  No word was spoken for several minutes while we all strived to regain our composures.  We knew the prayer was heard, and that it would be answered in every detail.

As I pondered upon all of these things this morning it hit me that Marjorie was caring for her invalid mother, who had previously cared for her invalid mother.  Marjorie thought she was doing it all alone, but suddenly I could see Zelma’s mother helping Marjorie care for Zelma.  What would be more natural than that she would be there to help with her daughter’s, and her granddaughter’s, needs?  It’s where she would want to be.  She helped and nurtured Zelma when Zelma was tiny, Zelma had cared for her mother when her mother was old and unable to care for herself, and now Zelma’s mother was returning the favors again with care from the other side of the veil.

Marjorie’s older sister is now the invalid, and is the one in need of care.  Knowing Zelma, there would be no restraining her from being there to help her daughter, and her daughter’s caregivers, in every way possible.

I told Margie about my realization, and asked if she’d ever been aware of her grandmother’s unseen help.

She answered, “No, but Dad was there.  I was six months pregnant.  Mary and Maretta were prepared to come help me, but hadn’t yet arrived.  That night Mom was being especially difficult.  I had to lift her while she fought me, and I felt something rip inside.

“The next morning Mom said, ‘Dave was here.  He said that you’re pregnant!  I didn’t know that you’re pregnant!  He said that I have to help you.’”

That day Sandy, Marjorie’s niece, called and said, “I’ve been thinking about you.  I feel impressed to come get Grandma.”

Margie said, “Oh, that’s all right.  Maretta will be here in a couple of days.  I can make it until then.”

“No,” Sandy said, “I feel impressed to come get her now,” and she did.

In a day or two Maretta arrived and took over Zelma’s care.  She was relieved a month later by Mary, who served her month, and was replaced by Debbie.

There were angels all around.  Some of them we saw, and some of them we didn’t.