Mom Says ""IS"": A Visit from An Angel

It was surreal, Linda couldn't be gone. I hadn't been without her since we met at seventeen.

As I sat down to write about Linda and our wonderful life together, I didn't get past her name and these little flags started appearing. When I rolled my mouse over the flags, a green box appeared with her name in white letters. I dismissed it as that was who I was writing about but I felt she was helping. When I ignored them and didn't change the text, she took matters into her own hands.