Angel Mama

It has been a week since I sat on the cool carpet and held my dear friend's feet. I watched her breaths- they became slower and slower and each one more shallow - as she struggled to inhale the air that gives all of us life.

My hot tears fell onto her feet as she took her last breath. She is now at peace. Now there is a hole in this world. The goodness and love she radiated was massive though she was a petite woman. Her heart was huge and her spirit simply pure; she was filled with God's peace, joy, faith, goodness and gentleness. She was an angel to me. She'd sign her emails to me "Angel Mama".

For the first time in my life, I received unconditional love and support from a woman who struggled every single day to simply breathe. I watched her body turn on her and yet she never uttered one single word of complaint. She smiled and encouraged and worried about everyone else around her to the very end of her life. Two days before she died, I kissed her forehead gently as I came in from church. She'd been asleep. She reached for the signature yellow note pads she kept my her side- her only way to communicate- barely even able to open her eyes- she scribbled with the finger that would still work-

How was Church today? How is Addy?

I miss her so much my heart aches and I can't stop the tears from falling. I know that there are angels on this earth because of Reese's presence in my life and I am forever grateful to God for that...