My Angel Weeps With Me

I found this image on the internet, and it really spoke to me. I like to think of this as my guardian angel, weeping alongside me.

Then when we've composed ourselves, my angel helps me get back to my feet, wipe away my tears, and go back to living.

Tomorrow is Jane's memorial service; I'm sure my angel will be with me then. Look for her, she's the one with the beautiful wings.