Grateful

When Jasmine was in surgery on Monday I sat in the waiting room all alone. After digesting where she was and what was going on I looked around me and observed my surroundings. I noticed in the waiting room were many teenagers and what seemed to be a large family. It was obvious they all knew each other. Some were laughing and reminiscing others were quietly sitting by themselves. I walked around quietly worried about my Jasmine. I noticed the waiting room that we were all in was the surgery waiting area as well as the surgical ICU waiting area. I did not know at the time where the patient was that they were all there for. I figured they must be young as all these teenagers were there together. It made me sad to think about just that and how tragedy effects such young lives. While I prayed for Jasmine I prayed for this young person, not knowing if this was a male or female or for sure what was happening with him/her.

The surgeon came out into the waiting area, updated me on Jasmine's surgery letting me know she was fine and in Recovery. I waited a little longer for someone to come get me and take me to her in Recovery. I left the waiting room not really thinking to much more about the people I had left behind. As you know from my previous blog we were there longer than expected. So when we left on Wednesday evening I noticed this same group of people leaving when we were. They were all crying and very upset! I heard one of the men say to a young man never forget Him and remember he was your friend, he loved you and will always be a part of you. Make him proud and make a success of yourself. Do your best! I now knew it was a YOUNG MAN that they had all been waiting for on Monday and God forbid he was dead. It gave me a feeling of sadness and hurt for someone I didn't even know. I then went outside to wait for Valet to get my truck so Jasmine and I could go home. The woman standing behind me was trying to get her car as well. I heard the Valet ask her for a coupon so she would not have to pay for her parking. she said, I don't have one" he then informed her she would have to pay. She then said, "My son is dead, he just died, please.... He gave his condolences and got her car. Jasmine sat in her wheelchair calmly waiting and I was so happy to be finally taking her home. I felt bad to even feel a little bit of joy in front of this poor family. I wanted to cry for this poor mother. I knew her pain, not quite the same, but I had already buried a child and I know there is NO greater pain! I wanted to put my arms around this complete stranger and cry with her and for her. I wanted to help her.

I opened the paper yesterday and this young man has a name. He was in a single car accident in Lunenberg on Saturday March 13, 2010, he was the passenger. He was a senior at Fitchburg High a football and basketball player and starting at Anna Maria College in the fall where he was to play football. These poor people! They had lost a son, brother, grandson, nephew, friend and school mate. I find myself thinking of them all especially that poor mother. The pain and heartache she feels will get easier with time but never leaves you! There is never a day I don't think of my Briana and she was an infant. I cannot imagine nor do I ever want to the pain know the pain you feel when you lose a child that you have raised and can see the bright future ahead of them. To see All the DREAM"S gone in an instant and fill that with GRIEF. We are never supposed to bury OUR children! I never want to feel the pain that this poor mother is going through. I will never forget these people that I never knew!

I took my precious daughter home. I am so GRATEFUL that she is well and with me! I am Grateful for BOTH of my children! NEVER ever take ONE minute for granted, NEVER! OUR children are the greatest gifts God has given us. Be forever GRATEFUL for them! Love them, teach them, and enjoy them!

Forever Grateful!