My Santa Muerte

Santa Muerte - Goddess or Saint of Death.

As a young toddler no older than two, a beautiful lady appeared to me in my bedroom of my childhood home, she had the most beautiful smell of roses and lavender, and the most beautiful dress, and wore a vale. Everyday she'd come to me and watch me play, and show me family, who would watch me as well. I didn't realize then that the family she would bring to see me were all deceased, as I was a very small child, practically still a baby.

One day after this had been going on for quite some time, I asked to see her face under her vale, she sighed but agreed. And told me not to be frightened. As she lifted her vale, she was a skeleton, I was scared, I remember crying but then she consoled me and I stopped before anyone came to my room to check on me. After that I would call her the blue lady, I told my parents and grand parents about the blue lady, and it freaked them out, which freaked me out, and after a while longer she said she had to go help others but if I ever needed her she'd be back and was only a whisper away. As much as I had started to grow hesitant about her presence in my room to see me, I always missed her.

Sadly a couple years down the line elderly members of the family started to pass away. That is when I saw her again. She was with my Aunt Mary, and my Great Grandmother. Both still alive at the time however they were all skeletal but pretty in my dream visions. Shortly after word got out that my great grams had been taken to the hospital, and was for all intents and purposes, dying. Word also went around my Aunt Mary ( Great Grandmothers sister ) had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and did not have long. Since then, I have always known when death was coming. It has been a blessing and a curse. However whenever I am feeling hopeless - Santa Muerte is always there.