Abuletia

As the snowflakes fall to the ground, the flows of my tears begin. My hand on the windowsill, my head looking up at the sky and I’m asking God why? Then as crazy as it seems He speaks to me. In my mind, he replays the memories of torture, pain, sickness and then I find my answer. A bird passes by and stands on top of a building. It flaps its colorful wings and it lets me know that without any work, you already got your wings because you are truly an Angel. I vision you in heaven off to the corner, sitting in your comfy chair putting a puzzle together. I can feel you putting the pieces to my broken heart back together so perfectly. I am no longer feeling sad yet memories of your happiness replays in my mind with the melody of my grandfather’s saxophone playing in the back ground. I feel you speaking to me as crazy as it seems, telling me to only miss you when you are gone and you will never be gone because you will live in our hearts forever so until we meet again to carry on. The bird flies away and a smile comes to my face. I got your message loud and clear.