I write to the Angles who love is pure. I tell them thanks for sitting at my bed side on all those long dreary nights and all those days of despairs. I thank them for sheltering me under their wings and for those whispers of love when no one was there. I thank them for sending be strangers that gave me more than expected. I write to them to say that their precsence was felt and wish I was able to hug them today. I thank them for protecting my children and giving them enough strength to take over the bills and housekeeping and over my self. I thank the Angles for walking them to school and giving them company when I was not there but in a hospital bed when things were rough. I understand they were scared and children still so young, but we pulled through with love and that all to it. Here I stand in one piece and strong.
The path was hard..... The path to get back up is even harder.... So I hope my Angle has not left I wonder because I am not a Fighter as many people think.