His last moments on earth were on a wonderful summer day. Everyone admired him in his snow-white wings, and his lush mouth was set in a permanent smile, but he never looked at anyone but me. My chest swelled with pride that he’d chosen me. That he loved me.
When the parade reached its final destination in the park where the concert would be, he turned his head and smiled at me with his eyes full of joy. The sun shone brightly in the sky, creating a visible halo around his head. For the longest time, I thought it had been a sign. That maybe God called my angel home, that he was too good for this world.
Our perfect day was shattered when we were on our way home late the same evening. We had enjoyed the music and danced under the stars for hours, surrounded by enthused crowds. The delirious
