She did exactly what you did; stroked my back as I held my boy for the last time. And, although I wasn’t aware of the gesture at the time, years later, that healing touch would resonate with me. Xxnx You feel alone, disconnected. I never knew her name. Never saw her again. 3 comments«1»anonymous readerReport 2013-10-22 19:02:35It got me soo wet and cumanonymous readerReport 2012-07-24 03:57:04When I lost my son 14 years ago, I remember a nusres aide coming into the room as I held him. I never knew her name. I never knew her name. Never saw her again. 3 comments«1»anonymous readerReport 2013-10-22 19:02:35It got me soo wet and cumanonymous readerReport 2012-07-24 03:57:04When I lost my son 14 years ago, I remember a nusres aide coming into the room as I held him.
