Two years before my mother passed away, she developed an interest in angels. Her interest in them, quickly turned to love for them. She started collecting them. Many she recieved as gifts, from both myself and my sisters. She also loved Angel jewely. She pinned the pins on her blouses and jackets. She always said "I just feel better when my Angels are near".

Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She knew she had a rough road ahead. She underwent Chemotherapy for a few months, and did well with the treatments. Her favorite Angel would sit watch on her bed side table, through all of her treatments. During that time she told me, that one night, she saw Four Angles fly past her bedrooom window. I remember she said, "They were so beautiful".The look and sparkle in her eyes told me they surely must have been as beautiful as she described them.

Mom used the time she had left, showing each of us how very much she loved us. She shared her inner most thoughts, and taught us, in her own way, that she will never be alone. She would lovingly touch the golden angel, now pinned to her night-gown, smiling as she glanced around the room. The room now held her beloved collection. Each and every Angel special to her. Her favortite song at that time was "I Believe I Can Fly".

After she passed away, that song came on the radio when ever I would be thinking or talking of her. One time I was dancing with her picture to a particular fast song that she liked, I set it down and, "I Believe I Can Fly" came on immediately after. It was like she was saying " Thanks for the dance". Her love for angels would be the last gift we gave her.