Wednesday, February 29, 2012
A high school classmate, Judy, came back into my life in the delivery room at Waterbury Hosp. My son was born on the hottest day of the year, and with no A/C, I felt as though an angel had arrived when I felt the cold compress on my forehead. I have always referred to her as my angel, and just this morning, when I told my son this story, he said "...well, angels don't die."
