She came home amid the Labor Day picnics and celebratory baby shower for her 30 year old baby brother's new bride. Her cynical excuse for diet being tasty chemotherapy and racy hospital stays for lengthy weeks. I traveled to the shower and to the picnic and to my brother's home daily trying to give to Ann 43 years of love that I had missed living my own life. Her husband later told me she said it was a time of closure for her and me. It must have been closure.
Death is really closure.
Ann did, and through her pain each day in the hospital she felt them. She told her mother this by telephone in the days before she died. Their wings were immense , surrounding her large frame as if she were the tinest of kittens. They were there in male and female form. Among them were the archangel, Michael, doing battle with the ravenous cancer cells spreading into her body.