Gods Angels

As I lay here in the hospital listening to my music; I see people come and go.  The blessed man across from me will be going into palliative care shortly.  His daughter has been in twice today to fluff his pillow, brush his cheek as he holds her hand to his heart.  The lady beside me; 93 years old  and is going into a care facility when she leaves here has had her daughter sit with her playing cribbage for the past two hours. I see this and I think how so many people in our lives are Gods own angels here to make our time here that much easier to bare.
It's just how we choose to see things.  I'd much rather see an angel.