Cheryl’s beauty radiated through the hospital room. She was always pretty but when I walked in her face seemed back lighted by a bright halo. She was so stunningly beautiful I just stopped and took it all in. As I approached her bed her beauty just increased.
As I took her for a walk down the hospital halls, her face didn’t have that glow. She was still pretty, but back to human. Except when I looked straight at her. Such a surreal glow to her that I knew she was already transforming into the Angel she would become in a few short weeks.
This scale says 95 pounds, Cheryl said. Stomach cancer was shrinking her away. Another one in one of these rooms weighs me at 96. I always try to find that one, she said as we continued our walk thru the hospital.
Miss you every day.