Our last ride in life will be an exquisite one. The angels will come, finding where we are by the bright glow surrounding us. It is our souls they see adrift, made up of a myriad of transparent colors, waves of purple, green, yellow, pink and white. With their immense and majestic heavenly wings, they will swoop down to pick us up and carry us, leaving a trail of light as they quickly disappear into the sky. Those we have left behind need only smile, as the journey to our glorious home has been filled with an unexplainable love, peace, and joy.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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