Angel

When Wendy passed, she was in a public park. Her fiancé, Frank, told me later exactly where it happened. For some reason I cannot explain, I wanted to see it. So, I loaded a map of the area on my computer, located the park, and switched to an aerial photograph of the area. All of the things Frank described to me, in great detail, were clearly visible. Then I zoomed in to 'the spot' as Frank had described it to me, between two trees near the back of the park, next to the clearing beside the woods. What I saw sent chills down my spine. See the angel...? That is the spot where Wendy's spirit left this earth. Sure, sometimes we make ourselves see things, contort them to fit what we want to see. But sometimes I think they are there, nonetheless, and all we have to do is look and believe.

©2012 Tiffany Reed