On Silver Wings
Last night I dreamed our neighbor had big silver Angel wings, and was ascending to heaven in a bright column of light. I was waving at her, no sadness, and shouting “Goodbye, Shera! Thanks for coming!”
I know it wasn’t a Vision From on High. I was thinking of this song and of her before I fell asleep, and my subconscious mind merged the two.
But still, that’s not a bad way to think of her.