^j^ Angel of the 1940's ^j^

He was the most beautiful little boy. He had very, short, brown hair. His eyes were big and bright, with the most beautiful, sparkling shade of hazel. He always wore his brown hat, a button-up white blouse, blue overalls, as well as his small, black, shiny, polished shoes, which were always so neately laced. He always loved to laugh, play with his friends, go to school and learn. He lovingly adored his family, his friends and of course, his life. He was so very young, it was not his time. He was happily riding in the middle of the back seat, in the old car.

Suddenly, the car, as well as his precious, young life came to a screeching hault. The car stopped suddenly. He was thrown, violently, from the middle of the back seat in the old, black car. His small, innocent body, flew through the front, clear, glass windshield. His small body, violently hit the enormous brick wall, in front of the car. Although, this precious young boy's innocent life was tragically taken, horribly, he still lives. His beautiful, angelic spirit, still lives, for all eternity. He still hears his hat, button-up white blouse, blue overalls, as well as his small, black, shiny, polished, neatly laced shoes. His captivating hazel eyes, still sparkle ever so beautifully. Upon his young, strong back, he now carries the most beautiful set of angel wings. He now lives in pure happiness and love, within his incredibly glorious new home...The Kingdom of Heaven.

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