On my last day in the hospital, after losing Bridger, my friends and family managed to get a key to our newly built condo in Pleasant Grove. They wanted to get my things moved out of storage and put in place so that I had a private, comfortable place to come home to and recover.
I let my family know I would be okay by myself, in my hospital room, and that I just wanted some time alone. Before long, I felt horribly alone. Horribly alone and apart from the beautiful boy who was with me for 9 perfect, precious months. I couldn't hold back from sobbing.
Around the curtain came a sweet lady who was also named Leslie. I was sharing a room with her ailing mother. No words were said. She simply came to my side and held me in her arms as I poured out the agonizing pain from my heart. She was my Angel. It wasn't until the next morning, upon being released, that she again came to see me.
While visiting her mother, she had heard all that I was suffering and late that night after leaving my side, she said she felt inspired to write this poem for Cade and I.
It was read at the graveside service for Bridger and in my opinion, was all that needed to be said. This poem continues to uplift and comfort me. I will forever be grateful for the day I met Leslie Ethington. My Friend, my Angel.
This is beautiful Leslie. Thanks for sharing.
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