Life hurts. Last night, we received one of those phone-calls again. One of those phone-calls where you lean up against the wall, your face ashen, your heart beating likes it's going to burst out of your chest.
My nephew fell into a pool. He's in a Childrens hospital in Tampa. He's been fighting for his life.
We lost Ryan's father earlier this year--and the grief was unlike anything I've ever known. When we got that phone call last night, the second in one year, my heart shattered again. All of those memories, those tears and the indescribable feeling of loss bubbled to the surface of my consciousness.
In those moments, life feels impossible.
My nephew fell into a pool. He's in a Childrens hospital in Tampa. He's been fighting for his life.
We lost Ryan's father earlier this year--and the grief was unlike anything I've ever known. When we got that phone call last night, the second in one year, my heart shattered again. All of those memories, those tears and the indescribable feeling of loss bubbled to the surface of my consciousness.
In those moments, life feels impossible.
Baby Ryan loves my cake
But with pain comes joy, with suffering comes beauty. Life is inexplicably complex; it is something that amazes me morning after morning.
Baby Ryan (named after my husband) is fighting. He is able to squeeze his mother's hand, and he's even trying to breathe over his respirator. Every beat of his heart is a miracle, and I am so thankful for all the doctors and nurses and friends that have been standing beside us.
My family is a broken, beautiful collection of people. We have histories of pain and histories of joy. My sister is a beautiful woman, a wonderful mother, and my closest friend. Seeing her strength during this horrific experience reminds me why I hold her in such high esteem.
Baby Ryan (named after my husband) is fighting. He is able to squeeze his mother's hand, and he's even trying to breathe over his respirator. Every beat of his heart is a miracle, and I am so thankful for all the doctors and nurses and friends that have been standing beside us.
My family is a broken, beautiful collection of people. We have histories of pain and histories of joy. My sister is a beautiful woman, a wonderful mother, and my closest friend. Seeing her strength during this horrific experience reminds me why I hold her in such high esteem.
I know that life can be stressful. I, too, have a long list of tasks that need to be accomplished over the next week. Papers to grade, stories to critique, articles to be written...and yet there is nothing more important to me than seeing Ryan whole again. There is nothing more important than showing the people in your life how much you love them.
None of us know how long we have to live on this earth. Lives are born and taken away every moment. Even though the world is a busy, stressful place, find the time to wrap your arms tightly around those you love.
Baby Ryan will be in the hospital for an undetermined amount of time. He's still on a respirator, and we are hoping that brain damage was minimal. Please keep him and his family in your prayers. Susanne, Craig, Hallie, Ben and Baby Ryan are some of my truest treasures. Thank you for all your love and support.
Always,
Monet
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None of us know how long we have to live on this earth. Lives are born and taken away every moment. Even though the world is a busy, stressful place, find the time to wrap your arms tightly around those you love.
Baby Ryan will be in the hospital for an undetermined amount of time. He's still on a respirator, and we are hoping that brain damage was minimal. Please keep him and his family in your prayers. Susanne, Craig, Hallie, Ben and Baby Ryan are some of my truest treasures. Thank you for all your love and support.
Always,
Monet
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