My brother died month seven. I was wrecked. Hadn’t visited Tom and Madison in two weeks. When I finally went back, Madison was sitting on the porch with Daisy, both wearing matching bandanas.
“We were worried,” Madison said. “Daisy missed you.”
Madison nodded solemnly. “Like Mommy. Is he a real angel now? Not a motorcycle angel but a heaven angel?”
“I guess so.”
“Good. Mommy needs friends. Do you want to see what Daisy learned?”Continue reading…
