Yesterday I felt an Angel

 

 

 

For those of you that were fortunate enough to have know my late husband you knew that he was one of the most romantic men on the planet. He was proud of it and I have a large heart-shaped box full of love letters, a large shelf full of Tiffany boxes, a computer folder full of profound poetry. This should be one of the hardest holidays for me yet for the first time I feel Angel Gary's presence helping me feel love not sadness as I involve myself in Valentine's Day. It was almost out of body playing at was once his Virgo neat desk. This photo is of it's present creative mess.
I used to sit on a big pink exercise ball at Ritchie Commercial. Gary loved that an otherwise perfectly decorated office had me sitting on a ball. Yesterday I bought a new one for my new/old play area.
I guess things do come in three's. Yesterday I lost a baguette in my sapphire and diamond ring. This was especially upsetting as this ring has so much sentimentality to it. This morning I found the stone about 6" in under the oriental rug in the bedroom. How in the hell did it get there and way did I even look there?
I don't think it is a coincidence that he waited until I was happier to come visit.

I miss the old user-friendly Photoshop. I tried to do this next photo in Microsoft Paint with an uncooperative mouse but you get the point:

I heard a story on the news about a woman that is trying to promote the use of mail for cards, gifts etc. I don't remember the details but I am doing my part. Happily making Valentine's Day cards like a kid in an art class in grade school. I imagine Angel Gary smiling.