shdwlkr
03-28-2009, 11:20 AM
Funny it took me most of this last year to accept that my 13 year old daughter was gone. She was very bad shape as she had brittle bones, a g-tube( it is a tube stuck in your stomach so you can be fed) cerebral Palsy, blind, unable to speak and take care of herself. She had been going down hill for the last few years and I could just watch her fail a little more each day.
The last day she was alive we went to the hospital to have a something done to help her fragile bones gain density and we were unable to do it because we couldn't find a vein that we could put a needle in. I brought her home and as I was carrying her into the house talking to her like I usually did I asked her how much longer where we going to be doing this and put her in her bed after I took her coat off and the next time I checked on her a few hours later because she usually took sometime to get used to all the moving around that she had gone through as with her health I am guessing she just plain hurt from all the movement.
She was in her bed dead and I had to call mom and 911 with the news. I was a basket case when the police arrived and thank goodness it was a friend of mine that was the first here and when my county sheriff showed up they where already to put the handcuffs on me and he told them to back off and set the tone for the rest of the ordeal and when the country corner's office person came they could tell I was really out of it and treated me very well but until the official corner person came and said that I did nothing but to try and help her and told the sheriff he could leave did I even start to settle down. Here in my state any death in the home is a homicide scene until determined different. Her doctor also helped as she told the corner's office we knew she was not long for this life and that I did nothing but try and make her comfortable.
The funeral was another thing and thank goodness for some dear friends that helped all they could. The wife found a good undertaker, the largest in our area that had the best price and also own a very large cemetery and has a special place for small children and Breanna at 13 was very small so she is with the rest of the little kids that have died and mom and dad will one day join her there.
I was looking for work out of the area but just couldn't go and leave her here all alone and with no one that knew her. Funny what ties us to an area.
Sorry I have written so much but with her birthday being yesterday it all just came back just like somethings bring back some bad things from when I was in service.
The last day she was alive we went to the hospital to have a something done to help her fragile bones gain density and we were unable to do it because we couldn't find a vein that we could put a needle in. I brought her home and as I was carrying her into the house talking to her like I usually did I asked her how much longer where we going to be doing this and put her in her bed after I took her coat off and the next time I checked on her a few hours later because she usually took sometime to get used to all the moving around that she had gone through as with her health I am guessing she just plain hurt from all the movement.
She was in her bed dead and I had to call mom and 911 with the news. I was a basket case when the police arrived and thank goodness it was a friend of mine that was the first here and when my county sheriff showed up they where already to put the handcuffs on me and he told them to back off and set the tone for the rest of the ordeal and when the country corner's office person came they could tell I was really out of it and treated me very well but until the official corner person came and said that I did nothing but to try and help her and told the sheriff he could leave did I even start to settle down. Here in my state any death in the home is a homicide scene until determined different. Her doctor also helped as she told the corner's office we knew she was not long for this life and that I did nothing but try and make her comfortable.
The funeral was another thing and thank goodness for some dear friends that helped all they could. The wife found a good undertaker, the largest in our area that had the best price and also own a very large cemetery and has a special place for small children and Breanna at 13 was very small so she is with the rest of the little kids that have died and mom and dad will one day join her there.
I was looking for work out of the area but just couldn't go and leave her here all alone and with no one that knew her. Funny what ties us to an area.
Sorry I have written so much but with her birthday being yesterday it all just came back just like somethings bring back some bad things from when I was in service.