Oh the secrets angels keep
While they comfort those who weep
They have much they cannot tell
Still, with us we know they dwell
While they comfort those who weep
They have much they cannot tell
Still, with us we know they dwell
My dad is having surgery. The last time he did we were waiting outside on a balcony. We watched an ambulance racing in. We found out later, it was my aunt. She had died. Sigh. I was thinking it happened that way for a reason. I don't know that mystery, but I do know they dwell with us.
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