tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32657726527775697242012-02-16T08:49:10.735-08:00bleuethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11825923682967093943noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265772652777569724.post-12704746147041247412008-03-27T03:29:00.000-07:002010-03-15T09:46:08.966-07:00When we loose someone it hits us hard.<br />It was a monday afternoon, I prepared my son's bath and laughed with him. I told myself several times he is not his usual self .. But never in my life I would have guessed it was his last hours... I turned away from him - was it a second a minute no telling - he screamed - i turned around - he was white and a gurgle came out of his mouth - i picked him up. Kevin i said... but no answer - i started to panic.. oh no.. I'm all alone .. I run downstairs with my little boy in my arms and called 911 - 3 times i dialed that number and no one answered... My heart sank - i felt so helpless - please God help me...I run outside, across the street with my son in my arms and called the neighbors... the dog barked at me.. I was so desperate.. my baby gave me one more sound - i could scream no.. please do not leave me.. Kevin.. Finally the neighbors sons came out and i begged them... please help me, help my baby - I do not know what is happening..they drove me to the hospital ..Kevin did not move ... i run into the hospital and screamed please save my baby ... please.. the put me and Kevin in a room and started to "work" on him.. chest, mouth to mouth, <br />shots - nothing i prayed and prayed - please please safe my child ... after 1 1/2h they declared my son dead... the heart surgery he had.. broke .. it was suppose to last a lifetime... <br /> <br />I would like to share with you a poem the compassionte friends gave me when my son died:<br />"Go ahead and mention my child,<br />The one that died, you know.<br />Don't worry about hurting me further.<br />The depth of my pain doesn't show<br />Don't worry about making me cry<br />I'm already crying inside.<br />Help me to heal by releasing <br />The tears that I try to hide<br />I'm hurt when you just keep silent,<br />Pretending he didn't exist.<br />I'd rather you mention my child,<br />Knowing that he has been missed.<br />You asked me how I was doing.<br />I say "pretty good" or "fine".<br />But healing is something ongoing,<br />I feel it will take a lifetime."<br /><br />God bless all of you !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265772652777569724-1270474614704124741?l=inmemoryofourlovedones-bleuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bleuethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11825923682967093943noreply@blogger.com15