Nasty looking stuff in what could be a perfectly good Dickey’s Barbeque cup! Actually it kinda looks like Dickey’s Barbeque from a blender.
I’m sending you angels – all kinds – big, bad ones like St. Michael and fiery ones and protectors, messengers, cherubs. You can ask for them to come too. William Blake saw a tree full of them, laughing and hanging out angel style. I’m calling out the troops. You have angel friends around you already plus my mom and dad, your dad, the Berry family, (earth ones and heaven ones) all the people that love us (and your husband and your daughter) who are already in heaven or the next state or whatever you want to call it. Teddy would do anything for you – so would Mom.
You are so loved and love conquers all.