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IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL

Whoever you are, the person who stumbled across this and started to read it, who of you, and those that you know, who of you are privileged enough to have a place you can call "home"?

Those of you who said "yes"; you are blessed, you have happiness.

Those of you who said "no"; I know exactly how it feels.

I am the heir to a milti-million dollar company, yet I didn't have a home growing up.

Sure I had a house, several actually, but I never had a home.

Most say, and quite rightly too, that I am "privileged".

But I learnt something.

Its the ordinary, everyday people you meet, those who are able to call a place home, it is they who are truly privileged.

I am Tristan DuGrey, and the love of my life was supposed to be just as "privileged".

But she got away, her and her mum, the two Gilmore girls, Lorelai Victoria and Lorelai "Rory" Leigh.

Always and forever The Gilmore Girls.

I was fine with the life that had been planned out for me.

A "blonde" air-head for a wife, cheating on her with my young secretary who cant type, and my children hating me, just as I hated my parents.

But meeting Rory... She changed me.

I used to hate change just as much as my parents.

When I was five our so, and our cook did lasagne on Thursday not Friday, as she usually did, I refused to eat it, instead opting for throwing a tantrum and overturning the dish it was in.

When the new maid moved my cd's to the other side of the desk, and mucked up the order, I yelled at her and fired her.

Then painstakingly slowly, I put them all back into place.

But I am changing right now.

And for once in my life, I don't care. I'm not afraid anymore.

Becoming human is a good change, one that no one should have to undergo, that shouldn't need to be done.

Now, nearing the end of my journey, I can't help but look back, and thank god that I made it out alive.

My love, she used to quote all sorts of things to me, and i remember one, from a Dolly Parton.

And I will always remember this; her big blue eyes, silky chocolate brown hair, porcelain skin, and her soft, musical voice, whispering the words to me, as if sharing the secret to life, and all the answers that were needed. "find out who you are, and do it on purpose."

Today, all those years later, her voice echoes in my head, a sweet reminder of what I had, and what I have lost.

And now, now that I have nearly completed this, after all the heartache, I am alive and well.

I have a home at last, and a family.

A family who I love, just as they love me.

The love of my life still lingers, her presence will never truly fade. "love is like the wind. you can't see it, but you can feel it."

Just like the wind, my love for her will never be able to fade away.

Whoever you are, find your home.

it is there, waiting to be discovered, never give up hope. And never -ever- be afraid to fall.

Because to fall is to not fail, you only fail when you don't try.

My journey changed me for the better.

And although I fell, and fell hard, I landed safe and sound in the arms of an angel.

My love, my sweet and innocent Mary, Lorelai "Rory" Leigh Gilmore-DuGrey, my late wife, I love you.

Always and forever.

And there is no such thing as "good-bye".

We will meet again.

Our love can never truly fade away...