The Angel Trilogy: A Life Beyond Death

By K.L. Taylor

'What makes the human mind and the human race such a wondrous thing is not the suffering that occurs in the world; but the paths that the human mind takes when faced with that suffering.” “There’s always a choice.” I voiced. “Exactly that; there is always a choice.'
The Angel Trilogy tells the heart-wrenching story of a young person caught on the wrong side of life. Disconnected from his family, Callum attempts to deal with his new life in the best way that he can. But when life throws his family a series of curveballs, Callum has a choice. He must choose between the past and the future; the crushing pain and the chance of hope. Join Callum on his inspiring journey of self-discovery as he rekindles his inner fire and learns the true meaning of love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781326946197

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The Angel Trilogy: A Life Beyond Death

The Angel Trilogy:

A Life Beyond Death

Other works by the author

A Wall of Eulogies

Tea Corner Tales

The Angel Trilogy:

A Life Beyond Death

K.L.Taylor

K.L.Taylor

2017

Copyright © 2017 by K.L.Taylor

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First Printing: 2017

ISBN 978-1-326-94619-7

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Dedication

To my beautiful lil’ fox

May we be forever intertwined

Contents

Acknowledgements

Introduction

A Wall of Eulogies

Swinging on a Cloud

An Angel without Wings

Footprints on a Heart Shaped Cloud

By The Grace of God

Clouded Vision

Healing Prayers

Clouded Judgement

Angel On Loan

A Gift from God

Hazy Hatred

A Heavenly Honour

Clouded Celebrations

Angelic Assistance

Beyond Life and Death

Christmas Clouds

A Christmas Wish

Clouded Battles

A Better You

Heartfelt Destinations

A Christmas Smile

Behind the Music

Wanderer’s Lullaby

Adriana Figueroa

About the Author

Acknowledgements

There are a few people who have really helped to make this book become a reality and without whom I would be truly lost. I hope this space reminds them how loved and appreciated they are.

To my Mum – thank you for everything

To my Broski – your belief in me and your encouragement keep me chasing my dream every day

To my Darling Girl Dani – for my smile, for listening to me badger on about Callum for months on end, for keeping my head above water, for being my sounding board and my editor in chief, for believing that I am a somebody and for giving me strength but mostly for loving me – thank you.

To my Ria Squee – thank you for making me laugh, for giving me Sixx: A.M. fever and for believing that I can be the best.

Introduction

After having written and published A Wall of Eulogies, I found a lot of readers had questions about Callum’s life and wanted to know more about him but I had nothing concrete to give. I believed that a story never really ended with the last words on the page but I had never intended for A Wall of Eulogies to be anything more than it was. As the months and years passed by however, my mind often wandered to Callum and I would wonder what he was up to now. I would catch glimpses of him every now and then as he told me something new about himself until finally I had the beginnings of a bigger picture that he wanted the readers to see. So, three years later, I’m proud to be able to give you the next chapters of Callum’s life in Heaven.

I hope you enjoy reconnecting with Callum as much as I have and that you find some of the answers you were looking for. I can’t say for sure whether Callum’s story continues beyond this but I can say with absolute certainty that it was a pleasure to be able to work with him again and tell his story to the world.

A Wall of Eulogies

Part One

Swinging on a Cloud

You don’t think about what people look like when you’re so high up in the sky because you can’t really see them. When you’re in an aeroplane or up a mountain people generally just look like ants. You forget that they’re people. You forget that they’re walking and talking just living their own lives down there because you’re doing your thing up the mountain or in the plane. Before I died, I never really thought about what people looked like; how short or tall people are isn’t something that ever bothered me. I just accepted people as they were and everybody was different, you know? Now, though, swinging on this cloud above my house, I keep noticing things that I wouldn’t have seen before.

I can see my sister and her boyfriend sunbathing in the back garden. I’m not sure how Mum’s letting her get away with that skimpy bikini; like, is it just bits of string attached to each other? Eww, I can’t look. Mum’s in the kitchen making lunch for them. She makes the best chicken and mayo sandwiches I’ve ever tasted. I miss those. I guess Dad must be at work because life goes on and somebody has to pay the bills. Somebody has to keep feeding people and keeping them alive. Life goes on, for them. I get it, I really do and it’s not that I’m annoyed with them for carrying on because most days that’s what I need them to do but it’s almost like I never existed. I’ve been watching them all day from this cloud I’m swinging on and nobody is crying. It’s my birthday! I should be turning 21 today; you’d think they’d be kind of upset about that and show some emotion but I’m getting nothing from them at all. I get that it has been 4 years for them and maybe birthdays just don’t matter anymore when the person isn’t around to celebrate them but it matters to me. It matters up here. Just because I’m not walking around on the earth anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care or feel things. This is the only day where still being me really matters at all so it hurts to think that they don’t care; today of all days.

My sister has changed since the last time we stood in the same room together when both of us were alive. Her hair, now dyed blonde hangs at shoulder length in some loose plaits. She could never plait her hair properly as a child. I would tease her endlessly about those failed plait attempts. I wasn’t very observant of her when we were growing up but we were quite close. We were closer than my friends were with any of their siblings and I guess that’s another reason why today feels weird. Four