The Little Angel - Thomas Krüger - Bog

I walked into a grocery and felt a tug on my leg. A little angel was holding on tight as darkness filled around us. She looked up and smiled at me, with goose bumps forming. My wife had died and I was in deep sorrow then. I believe that God placed that little angel there for me to calm my grieving. Then, as miraculously as she appeared, she was gone and there was no more darkness around me. Shoppers again filled the space around.