My Godmother

        I have a Godmother—as many of us do—however my Godmother is much different from yours. She is like my fairy godmother you might read, or hear, about in stories. She grants nearly all my wishes, she supports me, she fights for me, and she loves me. She took the term Godmother and ran with it. She heard ‘mother’ and I think instincts took over her. Now, I am not nearly as religious as I should be, but I truly believe God gifted me—and many others—her. God knew I was going to need her. 
She is more than my aunt, more than my fairy Godmother. She is my best friend. We have similar humor, similar beliefs and similar likes. She holds me up when people that should be there, are not. She expects nothing in return, and most importantly she does not make you feel guilty or weak. She makes you feel safe. She passed the ultimate trust fall test, and although there have been years when I didn’t realize it—or I didn’t show my appreciation—now and always, I will be eternally grateful for her. I hope to one day see her greatness in me.
What I can not wrap my head around, is why would God give us this beautiful person—that lends me, and so many others, so much strength—and then make her sick. She gives back, she puts others before herself, she is not the jealous type. She truly treats life like the gift it is. This leads me to anger, and to distrust. How can I be religious when God can let one of his best angels fall?