Angel

The night felt as if God knew what I needed. The great artist he is, he drew the perfect night for me.

The moon was crescent and bright emitting an amazing amber glow, the clear blue waters reflected the light as if it wanted to share the moons rays to all who were looking. All the stars, twinkling, seem bright, even with the naked eye. The sand was neither warm nor cold. It was somehow just the right temperature. Perfect to lay upon, perfect to walk upon, perfect to share a wonderful moment on.

Our blue and white checkered blanket lay covering the beautiful white sand.

Sounds of evening birds overlaid with insect songs can be heard throughout the background. But no matter how loud, it could not rip my attention away from the only sound i heard, her voice.

"Isn't the ocean beautiful " she whispers.

I smiled and thought, if she only knew what really was beautiful, her voice... her eyes… her endless gaze...

I wanted to say, but the only words I was able to utter were "yes baby, it is" and held her ever tighter, not a care in the world, just her and me. Our bodies pressed so close that air struggled to pass through.

Though God provided me with this perfect setting he didn’t bless me with all I needed. It is easy for me to blame him. The illness he could have rid her of. The endless nights of sorrow I endured, praying by her bedside, staying by her endless days and nights, as she lay quiet in the building of horror. Nights she lay almost lifeless in bed.

However, on this last night she had awakened. I can’t say how, but I knew and felt this might be the last time she would lay awake filled with life. So we decided together to not stay in a building filled with death and inundated with sickness. Therefore I picked her up off the bed and carried her to my truck. Her head tucked close to my shoulder while her legs curled over my left arm. I then picked up what we needed and headed to the open air, beautiful night sky beach. A place not known for death but rather joy and love. A place where romance blossoms, where fairy tales written.

Squeezing her in my arms, tight under her favorite blanket. Then as much as I tried to hold it back and as much as i tried to be strong for her. A tear snuck out and trickled down my check. She looked up, her adorable eyes gazing at mine. A moment so silent yet spoke so much in our hearts. Her hand snuck out from under the blanket and her finger stole the tear from my cheek. She gently pressed her lips against her finger. Gave it a sweet kiss and immediately I’m bombarded with thoughts of all the times she kissed me.

The first time on the cheek, the first time in bed, all the times for no particular reason just because she knew I loved them, the intoxicating taste of her lips.

She then tucked her hand back down to her heart and cuddled even more snug to my chest. At that point, she looked back at me and stared into my eyes. Finding comfort within the stare, she whispered

"Even in death our love will still grow. Thank you for being so wonderful".

I couldn't say a word. My heart raced up to my throat. More tears snuck their way out of my eyes. I wanted to say so much but I couldn’t and somehow I knew that even if I had, she wouldn't have been able to hear me. There in my arms she took her last breath.

Yes I can blame God, but why? She was his beautiful creation, It was his setting, his beautiful night. So after I cried my last tear I thanked him for all the moments we shared. I thank him for giving me a chance to have met of his greatest creation, a woman so perfect for me. A woman so extraordinary, I thank him for that.

I laid her down, kissed her our last kiss and whispered "...