On Thanksgiving Day, after our meal, we took a walk down the street in the neighborhood. We encountered a little "older" woman walking with a cane and a purpose. My Angel approached her and asked what she was doing alone on this holiday...she replied that her husband had passed away last year and she was walking home from some friends' house after their meal.
That amazing man/Angel(?) picked her up, spun her around, gave her a big wet kiss on the lips and told her she was incredibly beautiful and truly, specially blessed. She walked away with a grin that could have lit a city with its brilliance.
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End of an Angel
Non-FictionSometimes people come into our lives and we have no idea who or what they are or the impact they'll have on us until they're gone. Really, really gone.
