angels in our countryside

Angels we have heard on high ,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains.



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as we sat together this past monday, while waiting for the transport ambulance to take her to the institution, i started to sing this song. she sang back to me, most of the words. when she arrived at the institution, and once the paperwork was sorted out, she was rolled into the ward while still on the gurney.(not strapped down, just reclining)

there was, the Christmas tree. she admired the tree, and then it was admit time.
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earlier

as i drove and followed the ambulance for nearly an hour, it was a dark and cloudy day and thought to myself, "where is the sun that always breaks through the clouds wherever she is?" it happens that way, always.
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in the admit room

"you have brought the sun with you", the admit doctor said to her. the sun had suddenly filled the room, and she was illuminated by the light in her chair. it happened, and she sat there looking like an angel.

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Merry Christmas.