My friend, my guide, my inspiration. I asked Mikéal why I had never been able to see him. "Others see their angels," I said. "Do they?" he challenged. Then one night he wakened me with the urge to paint. I applied paint to the canvas, and turned on the lights to see his image, one I will have with me for the rest of my life. Mikéal stands with his sword at his side, God's guiding hand resting on his shoulder. Mikéal holds a canvas, signifying his approval of my work.