Angels are real

About my angel mother.

It's so intriguing to me how just staring at your handwriting can make me remember several memories of you at once. It makes heaven feel as if it is right there, right in between the air I breathe, so close.

I found a note card you'd written a recipe on and the back of the card says "call me if you need any help." How in the world do I still find meaning and truth in that? Like as if you knew I would find the card again one day after you died, when I needed your guidance, and seek you out for help. It was just the other day when i was breaking down feeling sorry for myself for not having your help with Jared and then I find this card.

I don't know how anyone could not believe in angels when I feel you near by just by reading the word "chicken" on a recipe card in your handwriting.