“Scared to look, I took a deep breath and finally turned towards my husband. I screamed like I never had before, a scream so loud it still haunts me today. My husband was leaning towards me, blood pouring out of his ears. His once beautiful green eyes were now open and looking up, lifeless.”
“I didn’t want anyone to die, especially not my child. Especially not two of my children. But that’s what happened.”
“Just then, a police officer blew his horn and turned back around to introduce himself. He wanted to know everything AJ has been through. He vowed, ‘I will teach my kids to love everyone.’ I want my son to know you don’t need a big crowd to voice your opinion.”
“The hospital gave us a Build-A-Bear which plays your recorded heartbeat when you squeeze it – Alivia loves to squeeze it and tell us she is hugging Uncle Corey.”
“She complained of back pain. The next day, I found out she was dying. She asked the Doc, ‘So when will I get better?’ with painful optimism. ‘Michele, this isn’t going away. Our goal is to get you to live as long as possible.’ I kissed her forehead as she drifted off into pallative sleep. I determined in some way, shape, or form, I wanted her to be part of my wedding.”
“There have been times you have said ‘no’ when you wanted to say ‘yes.’ I have seen this photo before and it always takes me back and makes me think.”
“I found my husband, dirty from work and his face buried in his hands. Several police officers stared at me as he paced and yelled, ‘Come on buddy, come on.’ I went behind the curtain and saw my son looking so tiny on the hospital bed in just his diaper, and a dozen doctors and nurses around him trying to start his heart.”
“This weekend, our elderly neighbor lost his wife. Less than an hour later, my husband was organizing what food we could buy and drop off there so he had something to eat before his kids showed up on Monday.. One of the main reasons I love him is not how he treats me. It’s how he treats others.”
“She stopped me as I was leaving the gym. The rage I felt in my teen years surged back right under the surface, and for the rest of the week, I stewed on this backhanded compliment. ‘If I lost weight…’ I had just lost 140 pounds and never felt better.”
“His name was Jack. I replay it in my head every day. He is so loved and so so wanted.”
