This
 is a picture of my garden.  I am very proud of it.  During the long, 
cold, snowy winter I would enter Mommy’s dreams and we would spend all 
night planning every plant and flower down to the final detail. But we 
were not prepared for two additions.
The
 first can barely be seen.  It is a pink rose bush.  It is a shoot from 
Daddy’s grandfather’s rose bush. It is wrapped around the small black 
trellis at the bottom of the picture.   Daddy’s cousin Jan had been the 
caretaker of the family flower and we were honored to share caretaking 
duties although I was not sure I wanted the rose bush in my garden but 
Mommy assured me with a little luck we would soon have lovely pink roses
 to put a smile on the face of my blue lady.
The
 second detail was my angel.  For two years after my passing my angel 
lit up my garden at night.  It spent the winter in the shed where it 
would be safe and unburied.  Early in the spring Daddy took it out of 
the shed and planted it at the edge of my garden by the bush Hobo 
Hudson’s parents sent me.  But when the sunset my angel would not come 
to light.
Mommy
 and I knew what we had to do.  It was time for a new angel.  She found a
 special angel that lit even brighter and changed color.  Mommy ordered 
it and a few days later it arrived.
Daddy
 took it out of the package and put it in the ground.  I couldn’t wait 
to see it.  I was sure it would be the prettiest angel ever.  Daddy took
 the old angel, the one who looked over my garden for two years, the one
 that shone all night long and let my parents know I was thinking of 
them, and brought it over to the trash barrel.  
Suddenly
 I realized I could not let my angel go.  It had served me so loyally. 
 It is very difficult for an angel to change something on the mortal 
side of the bridge but I concentrated on my original angel as much as I 
could.  Daddy had placed it in the trash and was closing the top when I 
made the angel light up for the first time this spring.
Daddy
 saw it glowing and removed it from the trash.  He brought it over to 
the garden and put it opposite the new angel and waited for night time. 
 Right at dusk, before my new angel lit up, the old angel shined 
brightly.  it didn’t shine for long, and was extinguished shortly after 
my new brighter, more colorful angel lit up.
 
 
That is a very beautiful story. And I am happy that the first angel,, the origional angel was removed out of the trash,,,,! And you stand beside the new angel.. just as it should be.
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tweedles
Sweet story, two angels are better than one!
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Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel
Even a dim angel is still an angel.
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Murphy & Stanley
Your special garden is very lovely.
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