This is a poem My daughter Shalaine . (Carls stepdaughter) wrote to the nurses that were taking care of Carl after his first stroke in 2012 when he was in a coma.
She wanted the nurses to know what a great man he was to all that knew and loved him.
When she had to go back to work, she put it on the wall above his head.

                   Our Angel
I’d like you to meet the man in this bed.
Or begging your pardon, Our Angel instead.
His heart is so kind although I know you can’t see,
So I’ll share what I know.
Please take it from me.
He’s not made of money and he’s a man of few words.
But if he could help you, he’d move mountains and herds.
He’d never complain or ask for a dime.
With a smile on his face he’d give you his time.
He’s certainly made of humble pie.
Not one to boast, beg, steal or lie.
I wish you could know the person he’s been.
He would not question “Why is it me in this bed?”
He’d lay here for others if it meant him instead.
I take comfort in knowing that you will care for the man who lays in this bed.
Or begging your pardon, Our Angel instead.

Written by Carl's stepdaughter with love,

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Carl Hawkins, 66 years old, born on July 21, 1955, and passed away on April 12, 2021. We will remember him forever.

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