I have 2 great kids. My son is 13 and my daughter is 9. My husband, Patrick, was born with Transposition of the Great Arteries, a congenital heart defect. In Dec 2010 he was listed for a heart transplant. He waited 15 months and 3 days before he received his transplant on March 6, 2012. He immediately started experiencing complications. He spent 35 days in the ICU before he passed away on April 10, 2012. We got 12 days together with him doing really good and having a healthy normal heart. I will forever be thankful to his donor and their family for those 12 days.
Blog: Everyday Morning
March 4, 2012 was the last day of my old, normal, life.
It was a Sunday.
We went to Target so Patrick could walk around for a little while (no where in this town is flat, so we walked around the stores to get his walking in). Then we started our spring cleaning. Little did I know that spring cleaning was going to take me over a year to finish because I couldn't bare to get rid of the piles, but I couldn't bare to go through them to put them away either. …Continue
Last Tuesday (Nov 26) was the memorial basketball game in honor of Patrick.
Unfortunately his cardiologist was called out of town, but our favorite nurse stepped in for him. Robbie got his butt beat by a girl, but he had fun.
It was so much fun, and to see both of my kids happy and excited made it all worth it.
Both local news stations were there along with one of the newspapers.
I think Robbie has watched the videos about 100…Continue
BE PREPARED TO NEED SOME TISSUES.
This was an English assignment that Robbie wrote this year. The teacher chose one to read to the class, and the poor woman chose Robbie's at random. She told me she's been teaching for 10 years and she's never had an essay bring her to tears like Robbie's did.
On April 9, 2012 the kids were brought up to the hospital so they could say their goodbyes to Patrick. Some things are a little…
This has been running through my head for a few days now. I finally gave in and wrote it all down. Not sure if it makes sense or not. It did make sense in my head.
Talking with another widow, the topic of broken hearts come up. I don't remember the entire conversation, but she asked me "aren't our hearts broken too?"…Continue