I may have said something very similar last year but I would like to comment on how much I have always enjoyed Charles Rocket's work especially as Adam. I loved his dry sense of humor and I think he brought a special style to Adam. Adam was a very different interpretation of an angel of death from Andrew, however, I really loved them both.
Charles Rocket's interpretation of Adam was
both humorous and sophisticated mixed with an appropriate
sense of seriousness. I loved both angels of death dearly and was especially happy
when they both were included in some of the later episodes.
By: Yvette Jessen
The rain was falling as young Chloe Williams walked towards the edge of town, her rubber rain boots sploshing against the concrete as she walked. Passing a newstand she could see the headlines for the various papers. These were conveniently covered with plastic to keep the rain water from smearing the ink.
As her eyes blinked back the persistent tears, Chloe had no way of knowing that she was being observed. It was not by anyone who meant her harm, quite the contrary. The one observing her was a tall blue eyed angel. His name was Adam and he had been watching over her for several days. It was like this whenever a human was dealing with unspeakable sorrow.
Chloe's boyfriend had ended his life the week before, and the teenage girl's mind was now filled with questions about what had been wrong and why he had done it. These were, of course, inquiries that only the boy could have answered, but he was not here to do so.
Adam knew that she was very sad and more than anything he wondered if there was anything that he could do to help her. He had been an angel of death long enough to know the thoughts that were drifting about in the young girl's mind. They paralleled anyone who was affected by this sudden loss.
Further down from where he stood, the street ended and extended into a small wooded cemetery. The angel followed but watched as she approached the gate and entered. She turned back around, but only for a moment in order to close the gate.
Keeping a small distance from her, he watched as he approached what looked to be a fresh grave. The name Brian Hutchinson was etched on the stone and fresh daisies covered the mound of earth in front of it. Adam stopped walking as he watched the teenager sit down on the ground. The rain continued to fall on her and instead of waiting, he approached.
As he came closer, an umbrella appeared in his hand and he walked over to where she was seated. When she felt the rain suddenly stopp falling on her, she raised her head to see him standing over her, his blue eyes staring at the gravestone. Instead of speaking, she started to get to her feet and back away from him.
“I'm sorry,” he spoke. “I didn't mean to interrupt you.”
Chloe nodded. “I didn't expect anyone to come out today. I just wanted to spend some time with Brian.”
Adam nodded. “I understand, Chloe.”
“You know me?”
“Yes, Brian told me a great deal about you,” he said. “His description of you was quite accurate.”
Chloe took a deep breath. “It doesn't matter. He's gone.”
“Perhaps physically, but in his heart, he will always be with you,” Adam said. “Even when he is in Heaven and watching over you.”
“How do you know?” She asked. “What makes you so sure of that?”
“Faith,” Adam said softly. “The belief that God is here and knows the pain you are in.”
“God?” She whispered sadly. “If that's what you think, all that I can believe is that God abandoned us when we needed Him. Brian's family believed in God, and Brian attended church every Sunday. He was a good student too and wasn't sick or anything. Everyone thought he was destined for something great.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. “But, not this.”
Adam leaned towards her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “I know,” he said softly. “No one expects this to happen. They want to believe that the people they love will always be with them.”
Chloe took a deep breath and nodded as they started to walk away from the grave. “I guess that's what I needed to hear. I know they mean well, but the preachers are always trying to tell us the things about God that I don't really want to hear. They say it was God's will or how we should feel or what we should think, but no one really knows what to think or feel. I just want to understand why this happened. I thought he loved me.”
“His passing does not mean that he didn't love you,” he affirmed. “I think he cared very deeply for you. He simply wanted the pain to stop.”
“The pain?” She whispered.
“Yes, Brian suffered depression, and untreated, depression can cause people to often do things that they otherwise might not do. The key to it is getting the help one needs when it happens. Perhaps that is the legacy that Brian is leaving behind.”
Chloe looked at him, but instead of speaking, she lowered her head and stared down at the boots she was wearing. After some moments, she looked at him. “Why didn't you tell him those things when he was alive?”
“I couldn't, Chloe,” Adam said as he began to glow, the light of God's love surrounding him. Around them the rain had stopped.
“You're an angel,” she whispered.
“Yes, my name is Adam,” he began. When she nodded numbly, he continued speaking. “ Brian wanted you to know that he did not want to hurt you when he went Home. He wanted only for the pain to stop. He told me that you were always so strong and he admired your strength. It was a trait that he wished he possessed.”
“He was strong,” she whispered.
“He did not view himself in that way,” Adam said softly. “He knew that this would be hard for you to accept, but it was his wish that you would move on, and find healing in the sadness, and courage in overcoming this pain. One day, you will meet again and all the things that made you sad and filled with sorrow will be gone. When that day comes, you will see me again, Chloe.”
With that the angel was gone and the teenager was left holding a small daisy in her hand. As she stared down at the small blossom, she could feel the light of the sun resting against her arm. Raising her head, she could see that the sun had come out and the clouds that had danced across the sky only moments ago were gone.
Adam was right, she thought to herself as she cradled the flower. Maybe all we can do is heal, and try to understand the sorrow that Brian was in. Maybe one day we can use this experience to help prevent others from believing that this is our only option.
new sense of determination, Chloe crossed the street and made
her way back in the direction of home.
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