ANGEL WAS her name. And everything about her was majestic. Angel was her name. And none of us knew she’d truly become one so soon, too soon. Angel was her name. And one day, when I am flying my plane above the turbulence, flying my plane above the clouds, I will be close enough to Heaven to whisper her name, and she will smile through the sunshine and send a star to hug me. Angel was her name. Angel, which means messenger. Angel, whose life is teaching me. Angel, whose spirit is guiding me. Angel is her name. And everything about her is majestic.
