My Jeffrey Angel
We have a window in our living room door. At night when the street light shines through a shadow forms on the ceiling that looks like an angel. My husband, Al, pointed it out to me after we had our first miscarriage, a little boy who would have been our third son, whom we named “Jeffrey.” Although it is just a shadow, it brings me comfort and I named it my “Jeffrey Angel.” After Jeffrey we’ve had four more miscarriages and my “Jeffrey Angel” reminds me that they are all still a part of our lives and close to our hearts.