Today has been a good day. A day of bright sunshine and highs in the 70's, giving me hope that spring is finally here. It has been a hard 5 months for our family. My dad got gravely ill and hospice was called. God performed a miracle and my dad is doing much better. Hospice was no longer needed.
During the time my dad was very ill, I spent the night at my folks house. I heard their phone ringing early Sunday morning, January 13, 2013. It was my stepson's aunt telling me that Brian had just been taken to the hospital and it wasn't looking good.
First of many miracles- I don't stay at my parent's house often and I was there that morning when the phone rang. His aunt was calling my parent's looking for our phone number. If I hadn't been there, we wouldn't have known about Brian being ill as soon as we did, and would have lost that precious time we had with him.
I then had to make the hardest phone call of my life. I had to tell my husband that his first born son was ill, very ill, and that he needed to get to the town we were in quickly.
Another miracle-the weather was cold, very cold and we were expecting ice. No ice or bad weather appeared.
That morning was long and full of emotional ups and downs. I knew it was bad, but he was responsive with nods and eye movement. I thought all of the machinery was helping him get better, not realizing it was keeping him alive.
They told us to go to the family room and I didn't want to go to the private room. I knew that meant bad news was going to be told to us in the quiet room, where our heart wrenching sobs wouldn't be heard or seen by anyone. But alas, after waiting for what seemed hours, the doctor came in with news, he was still alive. Hope for his recovery was with us for a while longer.
Brian kept us on our toes during his whole life. He was full of love, life and laughter. He always had a smile on his face and life never seemed to get him down.
We prayed and beseeched God to heal Brian. We couldn't have asked for any better care for him from our small hospital. They had to get him stable enough to be able to get him life flighted to another larger hospital that would be better equipped to handle his problems.
Throughout the night, we had prayer vigils, we shed tears, we even were able to laugh at times thinking about Brian and what he would have thought about all of this commotion he was causing. The doctor didn't expect him to make it through the night but Brian surprised him and made it, stabilized enough, and was airlifted to a larger hospital.
As ill as Brian was, he communicated with us before he flew on that great helicopter. As we now know, it was Gods gift to us, the last time that we would talk to the Brian that we knew and loved for so long. I will be forever grateful to God.
Leon and our second oldest daughter, drove up to the hospital. In a few hours, it was realized it wasn't looking good for a recovery for our son, and I drove up there with another one of our daughters. We stayed with him, talked to him, prayed with him. After seeing his condition rapidly decline, our prayers changed from-"save him, dear Lord" to "take him, dear Lord." The toughest words to say.....He is yours, God, only loaned to us for a while.
God took him home early Tuesday morning where he is now telling jokes in Heaven. We love you, Brian, keep the door open, would you? Love, Your wicked step mom ; )