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  When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People dis-appear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind-songs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.
I like to sit quietly sometimes and think of those I have loved and lost. A father lost before old age could touch his face. A beloved brother far to young to die. A sister young and gone, before her child was ready to lose her. Grandparents who took the colors of life and abiding love when they (in their eighties) went on to their just rewards. Friends and family who have gone and left behind empty spaces. I try to take the time to fill those spaces with laughter and fond memories..still I cry for my loss but, now at least I understand it is me for whom I cry. And with every day that passes I am greatful to God for those he has allowed me to love and cherish both in the real world and this odd, amazing cyber one as well. Cynann March 1996 redone May 2005
And ...yes, I believe in angels
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