she knew she would be an angel soon

January 17, 2014, (I miss her): A shaft of light settles just so on her white hair. Her eyes are unusually clear and bright. Maybe she spit out the meds this morning. Go Mom go! Her right eye reflects the sun as it shines through the window; the left is hidden in shadow. “You look like an angel Mom,” I … Continue reading she knew she would be an angel soon