Buckle Up! Please!
On Saturday night, March 15th, I was playing a game on
the computer at about 10:00 p.m., when the phone rang.
Nobody ever calls me that late, and I was surprised to hear
the voice of my grandma from Florida. She was the bearer
of bad news, and told me that my mom and dad were dead
and that my nine year-old son, Wesley was in ICU, and
they didn’t think he had much of a chance of surviving. In
shock, I hung up the phone and immediately called the
hospital. I was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit and
told that my son wasn’t going to make it.
I sat, not knowing what to think. I had just talked to my
mom and my son the day before and he was watching a
movie with grandpa called We are Legends. They were all
fine. I told my boyfriend Tom that we needed to leave our
home in Tucson right away and get to Montana to be with
my son. I started getting clothes together while talking to
many people on the phone. I talked to the doctor again at
the hospital. He told me they are going to do a brain test on
my son. They did the test. Then, the organ donor people
called me about my son. I told them I wanted to wait and
see what happened. The doctor called for a second opinion,
and was told that there was nothing they could do for
my boy. I felt my heart break into pieces.
Since my son didn’t respond to the first test, the doctor
said they would do another test in a couple of hours. Then
an organ donation place called about my mom. They
wanted to know if any of her organs could be donated. I
told them to call back in a hour. Because my mom was
active in the Gallatin Empire Lions Club, I decided that she
would want her eyes go to someone who needed help.
Then I got the call from the doctor telling me that he was
sorry, but my son had died. He said that my son gave up
during the second test. I decided to have my son’s organs
donated so that he could help someone else. I thanked the
doctor for everything he did and then felt speechless.
Now I am dealing with three deaths, deaths of people
who were so very important to me. It has been very challenging.
I been going to a support group, therapy, and
reading books. Two of the books I been reading are How
To Survive The Loss of a Love and I Wasn’t Ready To SayGoodbye
. I have a 14 year-old daughter, Barbie, who is
taking this very hard. Neighbors of my parents have told
me how Wesley always went to people’s houses to see if
he could help with yard work etc. He was a good boy who
always wanted to help others. He loved sports and knew
the scores of all the games.
As I write this, I am still very much in shock and don’t
know what to think. I miss my son, and I miss my parents. I
don’t want to be without them and can’t change what happened
to them.
“It’s Better to Wear a Seat Belt and Never Need it, than NOT to
Wear a Seat Belt and Regret it FOREVER!” BUCKLE UP!!!
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