On The Wings of Angels
As a writer I often struggle for just the right word, just the right way to paint a scene, or express the proper emotion. My Aunt Abigail died unexpectedly on October 17th from a cerebral aneurysm. Shock, disbelief, anguish. I feel all of those things, but the words seem so, so inadequate.
They played Sissy’s Song by Alan Jackson at Abby’s funeral. It was as close to perfect as it’s possible to come without a quartet of heavenly angels.
Abby was a gentle soul who was happiest in a flower garden. I don’t understand why she had to go, but like the song says, I hope she flew up to heaven on the wings of angels. If anybody ever deserved to be there, she does.
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So sorry for such a shocking loss. The only blessing is that it was so brief for your aunt. DD lost a beloved and young teacher in the second grade to just such an unexpected death.
Reminds us that we live one moment at a time.
Thanks, Mirka. I like to think Abby had a good life, she was in good health until the end, and she never really knew what happened. Still the hard part is accepting it. Death seems so final.