All because sometimes, when you’re angry at the world for taking good people too soon, you find a reason to be good yourself.
Daisy lived one extra year. Madison got to say goodbye properly. Tom got to see his daughter heal. And I got a family when I thought I’d lost my only one.
It was enough. More than enough.
Because angels don’t need much money.
They just need to stop when they hear someone crying in the dark.
Even if that someone has four legs and a tumor.
Even if it’s 3 AM on a bridge nobody uses anymore.
Even if all you have is $7.43 and a prayer that angels ride motorcycles.
They do, Madison.
They do.
