August 9, 2007
That White Neon.
The car from my past, the one that the Grim Reaper himself now drove, passed me the other day and I knew it was time. That was the moment I truly realized I believe in angels. I’m not big on religion or God or any of that stuff, but I truly believe in angels. Not the harp playing ones assisting the God I have trouble believing in when we go to Heaven, but angels who are beings that have a sole purpose: to guide us through life. My grandmother was mine. Even now she’s gone, I know she’s still my guardian angel guarding me from harm and guiding me through this journey through life.
