I looked back in a previous journal and found something I wrote shortly after I arrived in Eternity Springs. I wrote:
I have found a place. They claim it’s a little piece of heaven, a place where broken hearts come to heal.
I’m not here to mend a broken heart. I’m not exactly sure why I’m here except I needed somewhere to go and I landed here and liked it.
There’s this woman here. I don’t know how to describe her. It’s like she’s everybody’s grandmother, everybody’s best friend, everybody’s port in a storm. Everybody’s angel. She’ll give you hell if you need it and a pat on the back when it’s deserved.
I like her. She’s … soothing.
Boy, was I wrong. She damn near killed me. Who says angels can fly?