Remembering Joy and Nightbirde. Where do the angels go?

(Cancer stole stole two angels from us.)

Once beautiful Joey stole my heart. Face and voice of a angel. I learn life can steal the beautiful and kind people from us. Kind and gentle Nightbirde stole my heart.  I have asked God. Why do you take the beautiful and kind people from us?

I don’t understand.

Tonight I drink alone and I wonder.

Why. Dear God.

You steal the the angels, we need?

We need the sweetness of dear Joey, and we need the hope of dear Nightbirde.

So, few angels upon my earth.

Please lord of life and death. Tell them. They are not forgotten.

Coyote