Last night I leveled with the angels they were everywhere and there was nothing I could do and it wasn’t their call.
We entered the house greeted by a stranger who would soon replace ours.

And right away I knew I was entering into a place of uncertainty and disdain.

Why is father on the phone? Did he notice her withering hand or is it something she said? Up this flight of stairs how dare I enter this room and this house.

I descend into a room down the hall my hands are shaking and I must reason with the angels.

They will understand; they will see the tears, tell everyone I can make them let her go…she’s in heaven now; this house couldn’t work as a cage for an angel.

Now it’s me I’ve got to let go.