Looking forward...toward the Angels

I came across an old disk with a few old files from essays that I wrote while I was in College. One file was titled Monique, who is a dear friend of mine, who will always hold a special place in my heart--unfortunately her life was taken in 1999. At least four years old, I conjured up the words: "I stand still sometimes to ask myself what my purpose on this earth is? After days-weeks and months pass I’m moved out of the position I once stood in, I’m living for you-through you within your dream." What this means, I am not sure. But I've always believed to write is to reach into the future, from a present stance. And, I can say that i still feel like I'm reaching to higher heights, now with less grief...I have powerful influence pushing me knowing if my friends were here, imagining what they each would working toward, exemplifying with the gift of life...I'm looking forward now with them in mind, in my heart and soul. My angels...forever.