When I asked him what he wanted in return, he leaned forward and said, “NOTHING. Just call me your ‘Angel.’”
I laughed and said, “No everyone wants something ..so what do you want?”
“No, you don’t understand. I am your Angel.”
The Funeral Before the Funeral
Written by Harry on March 28, 2010
It was like a reception after a funeral, except Paul wasn’t dead.
