As I approached her, my tears began to fall. I knew she was suffering by the apparatuses in her mouth, nose, neck and arm. That night she died. When I was sleeping, I dreamed of her in white roses and I cried again. From that night on I realized that angels really do exist, but not always in the form of heavenly creatures with wings.
Some angels take the form of humans.
They are the ones who perform miracles through their loving acts. They are the people right beside us who love us tirelessly, endlessly and who want only the best for us. My grandmother was an angel. They are not saved or reused in any way.