"Hmm, this is strange; you aren't due here for many years yet." Where am I?"The man smiled."If I had a pound for everyone who said exactly the same th...ng, I wouldbe one rich angel." You are an angel then?" Yes; do you think that I would wear this drafty white robe if Iwasn't?" Where are your wings then?" Purely ceremonial, but enough of this; look, you shouldn't be here. Youhave to go back." Back?" Yes back to your earthly existence. " But this is a dream." No it isn't. You just died, but you. I used to love sitting on the floor under the table and play with the womens feet. They just kept on playing cards like nothing was happening.My aunt lived in the city. She was a mover and shaker, or so mom would say about her. She hurt her back and came to stay with us until she got better. Once she got hurt she slowed down a bit though. It was my job to take up her supper at night. We became close friends as she was bed ridden with her back injury. Mom sometimes went over to a girl friends. I saw it in her eyes. She had no spark left in her. She lost weight. Even having Amelia in her life couldn’t compensate for the void in her soul.She knew it, too. On a Thursday evening, she visited me and made a strange request.Seating her in the living room, pouring her some Darjeeling tea - she seemed so frail and chilled now - she turned to me on the couch.“Michael, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the only family Amelia has left. Harold, bless his soul, had no one left on his side. “Mike?” Clarissa called out.“Upstairs!” I called back.She and Liz came up to my room and I put the guitar down so I could hug Clarissa.“How was your shopping trip?” I asked.“Successful!” Liz replied. “I finished my Christmas list. How is Maggie?”“Just fine,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to see her again during break, but she’s going to let Hannah know if she can swing it. Are you guys still on for your movie tonight?”“Yes.”“OK. We’re still planning on going to Lou’s after Vespers.”“The.