- Wed Oct 15, 2014 2:14 pm
BMB, like others, I somehow missed the original installment. Pretty powerful.
When my daughter was born 17 years ago, for whatever reason, she stopped breathing and went blue - really blue. We screamed for the nurses. They came and 'bagged' her, which is the first line of treatment to restore breathing. She responded. She spent the next 4 days in the NICU undergoing all manner of tests and observation, then spent the next few months of her young life with an apnea monitor strapped to her when sleeping. We had several false alarms, and I'm surprised my heart never leapt right out of my chest every time it went off. It was the most stressful period of my life - and, I've had many. She came out fine - well, as fine as any teenager can come out, particularly from a split family. I feel fortunate.
My step-son is now 20. He left our house at 16, bombed out of university, would appear to be lost in drugs and bad decisions. But for a few brief instances, we haven't seen him since he left. It's so frustrating and painful. His last text to my wife was violent and short, and ended with, "if you ever contact me again, I'll get a restraining order". My wife is OK, but she is not the same, and likely never will be.
I have a good friend that lost his 7 year old daughter 2 years ago in a horribly tragic freak accident. He's OK, but not the same, nor is his other daughter. His wife and he made it a year and a bit, and then split. I'm pretty sure there's not many days in his life that are totally peaceful.
I don't mean to 'one up' stories (which is not possible given your experience), but to say, as I both age and simply encounter the inevitable challenges life places in your path, the concept of faith intrigues me. I'm not really religious in any manner, but can appreciate faith and the strength it provides. Especially when something you hold so dear is taken from you and makes no sense whatsoever. I'm not "there" yet, in terms of faith, but I would definitely say I have a healthy appreciation and respect for it's ability to provide support when there simply aren't any answers. The support of family and friends help, in fact they're critical, but there's no one that can be there with you late at night - not even a wife, when you are in bed and your thoughts well up like a geyser.
Thanks to your story (and Rob Loblaw's quote), I think I have a new motto in life, "keep movin' that sand". I'm a true optimist, and this fits real nice for me. So, thanks for that too.
Cheers, all the best, and thanks for sharing,