By Annette Cole
Mastron, Communications Director for Southern
Writers Magazine
Last week, we
celebrated the life of a friend of mine. She is guarded in her earthly resting
place by two sentinel angels, representative of the angels she is now dancing
among. Since her death, I’ve replayed in my mind the fun times we shared
over the years. We met because we shared a dear mutual friend. We were cemented
in friendship while watching our children grow up. She had a million-watt smile
that would light up a room. She was kind with a giving heart.
