Of all the times Angel had ever been hurt in her life, this was the hardest. She had never known a loss to compare to this. What would Granny say? She’d been gone now going on eleven years. Angel still had a place in the family as Granny left it. Angel was on her way to see Granny in her last days but was two days too late. Angel was to be there on Mother’s Day Sunday. Granny died that Friday. Angel had walked into a house filled with a strange stillness. The flowers she had ordered for Granny were sitting there on the coffee table. Why was everyone trying to act normal in front of her? “You can cry, Angel,” her mother had said. Pricilla had been there at Granny’s deathbed and laid her in her favorite dress. And now Pricilla was saying to Angel, “I asked Granny to give us a sign if she was with us, to be in the wind. And Angel, the wind has not stopped blowing!” Angel looked at the branches covered in new M...