I find that January's are not very exciting for our family. We seem to take very few pictures and do very little with family and friends. I wonder why that is...maybe because we're trying to regroup from all the holiday's and business that December brings. Either way, there's really nothing new to report out at this time and I really don't have any pictures for you...I guess there are two things that has happened in the past week I could tell you about:
1. Jerry and I took the girls for a haircut last Friday. It was Ally's third one, but Lauren & Olivia's first haircut...and boy did they need it. I'm not sure why, but I had a hard time with it. It's like they're growing up, which is good, but it's probably one of their last "first" things to happen as "babies." It's hard to explain, I guess. Anyway, I didn't have the ladies cut too much off the girls hair because their long hair is so pretty and like I said, I had a hard time with it. Ally's hair did get cut quite a bit, but not as short as she wanted it. She wanted it as short as mine and I wouldn't allow that, she's too cute for really short hair, but it is at her shoulders.
2. All the girls are sick. They have been sick for two full days now and I feel horrible for them. Ally's got a fever, a sore throat, and is losing her voice. Lauren is finally over the fever, but she's still stuffed up and whiny. And poor Olivia is stuffed up, has a fever, has a cough, gooky eyes, and to top it off she puked tonight. I hope they all get better soon! My poor babies. The ONLY good thing about them being sick is they like to cuddle when they're sick, so I get to hold them and rock them...just like when they were real babies. The past two nights have been a little rough for all of us. The girls wake up at random times, come in our room and wake us up, then they go back to sleep for awhile and wake up crying, it's never ending...or it seems never ending. Last night around 2:30 am I heard a cough. I knew it was OG, but it sounded very close to me. I opened my eyes and noticed she was laying on the floor next to my bed in the dogs bed. I almost started laughing, but then I just watched her for a minute or two until she stopped moving and fell asleep. Then I got out of bed, got her a blanket, and covered her up. Eventually she woke up and went back to her bed...and at 5:19 am all three girls were wide awake in our bedroom wanting to watch a movie. That didn't happen...I sent them all back to their beds and they all fell back asleep, thank God!
I pray they ALL get well soon! AND that Jerry and I do NOT get it!
January 4, 2010
I remember it like it was yesterday…the sadness and the scariness of the whole situation. Five years ago on Jan. 2, 2005, Paul, Jerry, and I were having our annual Christmas dinner with our dad. We were at Brann’s on 44th & Division and talking, laughing, and waiting for our food to arrive, when all of the sudden Dad got up from the table and never returned. About 15 minutes after he left he called Paul’s cell phone and told him he was outside and was having a hard time breathing. Paul & I rushed outside only to find him sitting trying to catch his breath. He told Paul to take him to the med-center at 68th & Division. I asked him if this had ever happened before and he said one other time. As Paul was getting the car, I sat with Dad and was scared that something might be terribly wrong and that this wasn’t just a time that he needed a breathing treatment (although that’s what I was hoping). I thought he should go to the ER, but he insisted that the med-center was just fine. Paul rushed him there while Jerry and I paid for our dinners and left to meet them there. We met Paul in the lobby of the med-center only to find that they had Dad in the back and were “working on him.” The nurse told us that he would need to be transferred to Spectrum ER as soon as possible. We figured we would leave and meet him there, so we left. I called my aunt and told her what was happening. She said she would call my other aunts and grandpa and meet us at the ER. Paul had called my mom and she too met us at the ER. When we arrived at the ER we didn’t realize how severe Dad was. As it turned out he had a massive heart-attack and his heart had stopped for roughly 45 minutes. Unfortunately during that 45 minutes his major organs had also shut down and we later learned that he would never wake up, or at least not to the point of being Dad again. After a two day struggle for all of our family we all decided it was time to take Dad off life support and let him be with his mom and Jesus. On Jan. 4, 2005, around 7:10 pm my dad took his last two breaths and he was peacefully gone. God works in mysterious ways. To this day I believe the timing of Dad’s death was a miracle. Dad was not what you would call a “family man.” Although he may have had good intentions, he never really understood that family came first. But on that day, Jan. 2, he had seen his father, two of his sisters, a lot of extended family (at a funeral for his cousin), and both of his children. I think that was a goodbye worth mentioning, since that was more family he had seen in quite some time.
Dad has been missed for the last five years and will continue to be missed, but knowing he’s in a better place brings me peace.
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