When Susie and I were small we always shared a bedroom. My mother decoupaged a picture for us and hung it in our room.It was of an angel watching over two small children crossing a broken bridge in the rain. And she always told us that we (Susie and I) were the two children in the picture. And that we had an angel watching over us all the time.
Now that I am older I know that even if there were no such things as angels (and I know that there are) it was true.”My mother was that Angel” and I believe with all my heart that she is still watching over not only Susie and I, but over all of us.