|Fortunately, one day I happened on a book about the different levels of angels. As I thumbed through this book, I came upon a paragraph where it said that everyone has a guardian angel and that if you ask your angel, they will tell you their name.
I poohed that off as rubbish, and my mood remained the same. At the time, I would write for hours on the computer trying to remember everything about my son I could, for fear I would forget some of it. As I was typing, and this was probably about two months after his death, I started crying uncontrollably and turned around and looked up and said, "Ok my guardian angel, if you're there then I need you to tell me your name. I need to know you are there because I don't think I can go on."
Inspiration for Story: The Unthinkable
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