I’ve had so many questions, since you left so unexpectedly. I just wanted to be ready, for when we’re together for another eternity.
First off, do you ever miss little old me? Down here looking up, hoping that there really is a place where you can look down on me. I hope you’re having fun up in paradise somewhere. Do you have gowns made for wear outside of hospital beds? Were you finally able to grow out your hair? By chance have you seen our dog? Or perhaps my pet turtle? That ran away when I was at school, when I was about thirteen. Do you really wear a halo? If so, how big is the ring? Tell me, can you fly? Do angels really have wings? What bird’s feathers were strung together, that made you fly so high? It must have been an eagle because you were a rare, magnificent sight to see. You were so strong, even when nobody was there; I think that’s why I cried when you were gone for real and not going through a battle in one of those rooms that was meant to keep you alive. I almost couldn’t tell that you were slowly fading. Lying to make me feel better even though you were constantly breaking.
So, do you take trips and do big things? Taking flight with those angel wings. I know we said we would go to big places together; that was also assuming you would get better. I promise you I’ll still go on those adventures. I’ll find someone else to enjoy them with. I want you to go take those trips too, so that I’ll have something to talk about with you. I promise when I get there I won’t be mad. Just promise you’ll be happy to see me. Promise me, right now, that you won’t forget.