Angel is dead.

ANGEL IS DEAD

Angel is dead

Angel is dead

Angel is dead

Angel is dead.

Whatever way you say it, it doesn't make sense.

My angel is dead. She/he saved my life more then enough times to earn the right to live. But yet here I stand holding the one I love close to me hoping she wont die; here I am holding roses walking toward Angels grave; here I stand at the top of the loft stairs holding a bag of stoli thinking about last Christmas eve; here I am in the loft watching as another family member dies.

Here I am in the same hospital, same room, same bed, same ugly gown, same machines; Dieing just like Angel did, same way just like MY Angel did.

Angel died in this bed in this room. I must be going crazy because I see her right beside Mimi and Roger and Benny and Mark. They all died and now their waiting for me. For me to join them. To leave earth and all its wonders. To go. Scary thought.

But you know what, I am not scared of going, I am going to meet my Angel at the gates that lead to heaven.