Guardian Angel

I have a guardian angel now, didn't have one yesterday or the day before, but this morning, through an act of pure hatred, I acquired mine. Coldhearted way to begin to tell the story of a best friend, don't you think? but the world can be harsh and life forces us to accept the unacceptable. Mychal was my friend, tears stream down my face when I write the word "was", I wish I could say is my friend, but it's not to be, a beautiful life extinguished in the flames of a plane, crashing into a tower. We met when he saved me, five years ago, literally, really, seriously, I was being attacked by a sinister man and out of nowhere he came, a knight to rescue a damsel in distress, and believe me, I was in a lot of distress. He let me cry on his shoulder, until I calmed down, my fear receeding as he hugged me tighter, in that long night a friendship was born, why not a romance? I don't know, we often talked about it, but that was all. Now I'm left with the regret of not trying harder. Mychal was the type of friend who could sense sadness even miles away, he knew what to say, to make me feel better, sometimes didn't like what I heard but, he always spoke the truth. I can't believe he is gone, at the service, his family took comfort in his sacrifice, but I was so selfish, I wanted him still with me, here on earth, there are days when I can't get out of bed, I miss him so much. Mychal was my friend, now he is in heaven, charged with the enormous task of being my guardian angel, poor guy, grateful that I am for the thought, I still want to hear his voice, laughing at a joke, lay my head on his chest and feel him breathing. But that won't happen now, I still have so much anger toward those misguided fools who took away my treasured friend. Somtimes, when the pain of loss overwhelms, I can feel him next to me, whispering to hold on and be strong, sometimes. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 05:21 AM PST   0 • 1