In the whisper of a breeze on a warm night, one can feel her touch and her tiny sigh, wishing we could hear her every good thought for us.
She is one of those special friends who forever remains with us, filling us with love and hope.
But we still can offer wunderful wurdz to her, hurling upward alliteration of the best kind, like moonbeams in reverse!!
Here's some love backatcha, Angelique. You changed our lives for the better...
Hurling hugs high - from LadyX and The Wasperman...
Happy Noooooo Year, Carlo!!!
It's tough to hold back tears, listening to you two talking to our little French moonbeam. I still see her on threads when they say horrible things about her beloved France, or when someone posts a nasty note about Bush's courage..
I can visualize her feisty words flash on the page, then hear her laugh, and then like a rainbow that suddenly appears to brighten a rainy day, it slowly fades, leaving only sunshine as proof of Gods miracle and her presence, and she's gone again.
You two dear friends are appositely right, Angelique will always be with us, just when the going gets hard, or when we need a friend.. God Bless her and you two living angels, and may she watch over all of her dearest friends of which you two rein high.. HUGG and KISSES.. Happy New Year