You Are My Angel

I am so sorry I took my grief out on you, you who were a lamb to the slaughter and I made it worse.

“You are my angel.”

You asked me why I was sleeping so far on the other side of the bed. I was angry that you were leaving.

“You are my angel.”

I asked you to keep a journal and you wrote things in it about me that were painful to read.

“You are my angel.”

I had to clean out the basement with all of your tools and old magazines and then I had to sell your car.

“You are my angel.”

Even now I cannot let go of this house.

“You are my angel.”

Does it matter that if I could go back and change things I would?

“You are my angel.”

It doesn’t matter who is reading this or why I am writing it.

“You are my angel.”

Vicki Woodyard

It doesn’t matter that the reply “You are my angel” came from Bob Woodyard. It could have come from anyone to anyone at any place or any time someone is lost in grief and sorrow.

“You are my angel.”

Vicki Woodyard