Ten years ago tonight, a leader was born. Okay more appropriately a leader took charge. Ten years ago Daddy ended up in the hospital and never came home again. I took over leadership that very day. I can’t say with any certainty that he knew it was inevitable; in fact I can’t even say he realized right away what had happened. From the moment he cried “Mommy! Mommy!” to the moment he awoke again in the CCU (critical care unit), I’m sure his mind was racing and not aware of much. I just remember rushing Mom and Steven into my car and speeding down our main street to get to the hospital as fast as I could. I didn’t care if the house was locked when we left; I didn’t even care if someone was speeding down the road trying to stop me from going so fast. I had an emergency to take care of and I was going to do it no matter what! I also remember getting to the hospital and later ending up with a really bad migraine. My uncle Bob escorted Steven and me down to the main floor via elevator even though I hate elevators. I buried my head in his arms, much like I used to do with Daddy. That evening was a big blur. I only remember crawling into bed and falling asleep almost instantly upon hitting my pillow. I have no idea who brought Mom home or how late it was when she finally showed up. I called in to work the next day saying, “I can’t come in to work today; my daddy’s in the hospital and I don’t know when I’ll be back.” I called to cancel appointments for dentists and another doctor; I called family and friends alike. I was now, whether I liked it or not, a leader. I knew that as soon as we’d get Daddy out of the hospital he’d be very proud of me and tell me he’d take over again. I knew I’d be fine; I knew he would be fine! How hard this decade has been on me. How hard it’s been on all of us. I will never forget any of this! Never ever! 😥 A leader was born 10 years ago today. Ten long years!
Love and prayers, as always! ❤