AN ANGEL

You learn a lot above living,
watching someone die...
You learn that life isn't fair
and death doesn't care
and suffering visits us all.

You try to ease the pain,
to stop the torrent of rain
that floods your heart and eyes.
You turn your face away,
afraid they'll see how much you hurt
and try to fix it for you...

You learn that gifts don't really matter
and money matters less.
You'd give it all back,
everything you've ever owned,
just to make her whole again.
You stroke her face,
you stroke her hands and talk of happy times...
Of walks in parks and camping trips,
of water dancing over rocks
and Christmas mornings brightly wrapped...
You talk of bike rides and snowball fights
and picnics in the sun.

And when you can talk no more
you sit and pray and argue
and beg and plead with the Giver of Life.
One more month, or week, or day,
you plead in sobs choked with fear.
Then beg.
Take her home, because you can't bear to watch her suffer.
Actually, you can't bear to watch her suffer,
knowing she's watching you.

When hair is gone, and breath is short
and nights are long and hope has faded like the flowers
by her bed, you learn that only love remains.

You learn a lot about living, in watching someone die ...

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who know? like what Amelia have said. she may be an angel.
Thought her's journey was short, it was lived to the fullest.

She has shown us how to love without fear and treasured pple fiercely;
standing by their side thru trouble waters and sand storm;
love, come with no price-tag;
be happy for no reason;
be busy with the smallest matter;
to yarn with all your might for what you desire.