It’s been a year… A year full of so many changes, as I look back on it, It still feels like yesterday, It still is imprinted on me…
It was a typical Fall afternoon, I had picked my youngest two up.. I told my MIL that I would bring the vinyl I had done for her and get it put up for her. We were just about to leave when Tina (My “Foster” sister) called, I pushed the call to ignore it. I would call her back in 10 minutes. She sent me a text, please call me ASAP. She had been having a particularly hard time the last month….
I got out to my Jeep, what I heard was not what I expected:
Tina: “Dad fell off a ladder, he is in the hospital”
Me: “Where, is he ok?”
Tina: “I don’t know, Michael is there now”
Me: “What hospital, are you coming down”
She didn’t know, she was more worried about getting on the road… She lived in Idaho then, now she is in Kentucky…
I met my Husband, so he could take the kids and I could go to the hospital. I remember driving along the busy road, just praying it was a small bump. He was so strong, he would be fine, I get praying, begging really…
I got to the hospital and found Michael..
They didn’t know anything yet…
I was so confused,
“He was helping put up bikes, and fell off the ladder, he hit his head. They are doing surgery to take the pressure off his brain..
HOPE… Now we would just wait. I called Tina… She was about 3 hours away. I told her to drive safe. I was so worried about her.
Everyone was there, just waiting.. What would the Dr. say. We talked about his Heartattacks, how the last one he had, he was in a medically induced coma, they had prepared everyone for the worst… There was only a 5% chance he would make it. If he could defy those odds, certainly he would make it thru this.
We joked about how he would be upset that we all just sat around the hospital waiting for him to wake up… We were all so hopeful. Hope is powerful. That is what we had.
The Dr. came in and we each got to go back for a few minutes, he told us not to get upset, that he needed to feel positive and not get upset.
I felt his hands they were warm, I told him he was strong. His feet were cold, I asked the Dr. to cover his feet. He responded to us. I know he did. The Dr. said no. I know better, I know he felt and heard us.
The Dr. said that he had a lot of bleeding on the brain, so they removed part of his skull, that it would be a couple days before they knew the extend of the damage done. But it looked good. HOPE.
I got home late that night, Monday night… My hubby asked how he was.
He will be fine, they are just going to wait a couple days to wait for the swelling to go down. But he is going to be fine.
A lie I told? No, I honestly wanted this to be TRUE! It had to be true!
Tina called the next morning.
Tina: “When are you coming up?”
Me: “I just need to get the kids sitters, and to school”
Me: “Do they have more new?”
Tina: “Yes, I will tell you when you get here”
That, that was not sounding good… I remember driving, and praying, and then saying sorry, because I really don’t pray… I needed him to help… I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the drive was taking so long.
It’s not going to be bad news, it’s going to be great news, he will be awake when I get there. He is going to be upset at every one for worrying so much…. PLEASE! PLEASE!
As I walked in to the waiting room, everyone looked so sad, you could feel the sadness.
“Over night, more bleeding….
caused more fractures to his brain.
If he wakes up, he would be paralyzed, unable to talk, no quality.
He COULD wake up…
They aren’t even sure…
A decision has to be made..”
Calls where made… We were waiting for everyone… Decisions were made.
Blessings were given… Prayers for miracles coming from everywhere.
24 hours… How could this happen… HOW… People came and went, we all sat there, taking turns going to see him. Each holding out hope that a miracle was just around the corner…
36 hours.. Where would he be buried? I kept thinking how did this happen, just 3 weeks ago…. We were at his house having dinner, talking about how excited I was to be going to Florida, it was going to be an amazing trip. My little Family would be making some amazing memories….
We laughed around the dinner table. As we left that night:
Me: “So when are you going to really “retire”, you need to go travel, enjoy that travel home.”
Dad, (Bob) “January, we still need some more money before I can fully retire.”
Me: “Really, you work too hard, I wish you wouldn’t work so hard. Promise me, January…”
Dad: “Promise, have a good trip, and let me know how it went when you get back, I’m so happy you came over.”
I think back, I should have hugged him longer… I should have called more….
48 hours…. “Tomorrow morning, they will take him off the machines…
They don’t know how long”
Friday morning. Friday the 13th…
Early, everyone is there, they moved him to a different room. Another blessing came.
Still in the back of my mind, he is going to wake up, he has to. We all took turns going in the room sitting with him, taking breaks. How could you say good-bye, how.
This was hard, too soon. Rene never left his bed side.
Several hours later, with everyone gathered around him. He took his last breath, a tear escaping his eye.
A year ago today, I received that phone call.
Love you Dad, miss you so much. Until I see you again.