Mother daughter angels. And mommy’s lights up. How perfect!
So the purple angel was the last gift my mother gave me for my birthday 3 days before she past.
I’ve been cryig ever since I got home from the funeral. Now that mommy’s body has been laid to rest, now begins life with out her. And all I can continue to say is “how?” Which sounds like “owe”?
I walk out to my front porch to find cell reception and I see two packages.
One is of the blue angel with a note that said “you were your mother’s angel” and a comfort box. I’ve been wanting a grief blanket. I got it! The candle smells like how my grandparents house used to smell. And though I don’t believe in healing stones, the fact that it’s a blue heart is what I hold onto.The “hug in a mug” is a gift me and mom made for her last holiday season here.
Now the angel set is complete. Mother and daughter.
And yes, mama baught me that black vase to write on it and the paper flowers. On the cabinet she bought me for my tea pots.
Now, I can get rid of her 100+ angels she told me to disburse to her friends and family without any resentment or regret.
