Viola

For the past thirty-five plus years every Christmas this advent calendar has been hung with loving care in my dining room.   Yesterday I turned over an angel.  Yesterday, my sweet mother-in-law, Viola, left this earth and as one of my nephews said, she "grew her angel wings. She is going to be the sweetest yet feistiest angel there ever will be".   Strange that we would have an angel to turn over on the advent calendar on the morning of her passing.