When I dieWhen I die, a certain angel, who I have known nearly half my life, will spread his impressive feathered wings and fly down to meet me and pick me up.
Our souls and the whole world will rejoice at the heavenly reunion.
We'll spend two, never ending, wonderful weeks together on holiday at the same place we met all those years ago.
The warm sun will be good to us and will tan our youthful skin. We'll walk hand in hand together along the sandy shore into the slowly sinking sunset without a care in the world.
Our love renewed, our hearts beating as one, our world once again in unison.
Peace will reside once more.
by Suzanne Karbach 09.09.2014