Maybe they’re not just stars but rather windows to heaven that angels use to watch over their loved ones. Maybe you are in a star, looking down on me, and to me each star is more beautiful than the last, because any could be the one that holds you. When your memories fill my head and I laugh, I can look to the stars and see you are laughing with me. And to me each star looks as though it is laughing because any could be the star that holds you. Thank you my Angel Your last gift to me Each star in the sky Twinkling with the beauty Of our memories