More Than One Way..
As the spirit sat and watched he girl on the other side of the mirror, he felt such sadness. Despite being dead for only a short time, it felt like an eternity. He watched his wife with loving eyes and watched as she reached for the brown sheet.
"No Amy! No please Not now!" She covered the mirror as was the tradition.
He was already so sad, and now this. He cried out in anguish of separation. He felt a hand on his shoulder. The man turned to be greeted by an angel. He needed no explanation, this was a real angel.
Amy reached into her purse wiping away tears. She looked for a tissue to use as all forms of liquids were leaving her eyes and nose. She had to go to the living room where friends and family made attempts to comfort her. They brought food and such.
As she always did, she flipped open her compact for powder while using the tiny mirror to control mascara.
The man thanked the angel as he once again watched his wife with loving eyes.