I wearily greeted my grandparents, coming up the walk… They'd heard the news, about the wreck. Grief covered their faces as well, mixing with the tears. They hugged me and the three of us just stood there a moment clutching one another for the sake of love. We slowly stumbled through the door inside. And we all just stood there, shaking…
The night lasted forever. Sleep never came and the river off my face never ceased. The next morning I struggled to stuff some clothes into a bag. My grandparents drove me to their house, silently... all absorbed in our own thoughts. We shuffled into the house and I flopped onto the bed. A teddy bear found it's way into my arms from its place against the headboard. I gripped it hard with my fingers digging in to its soft fur. A picture of those two familiar faces sat on the nightstand. I eased myself up and picked it up. Tears welled in my eyes. I stroked the hard glass. "I love you." I choked. A pressed the picture to my chest. My heart beat steadily reminding me of the life still in me. Then, a whisper of hope and peace swept over me, a strange feeling in my forgotten heart. A sunbeam escaped the curtains over the window and lighted upon me. It's warm gaze embracing me. I caught my breath, an angel… I looked at the portrait once more, looking at the loving faces. I saw the smiles, the arms holding each other and I saw love in their eyes. I smiled. I looked out the window and I knew. I knew who that angel was. An angel that had loved me, does love me, and always will. Those angels were my parents…