The blog was first created two days after Myles got hurt. Aaron created it as a way of communicating to our friends and family what was going on. I don't completely remember what happen that first month as it all just seems still like a terrible nightmare. The kind of nightmare that you remember, just not in detail. In Salt Lake City I would reread the posts from the previous weeks to remind me that "things were getting better". It also freed me from the complete loneliness and isolation of the Intensive Care Unit and kept us in contact with our friends and family.
This blog has also been a useful tool in many ways, for when a doctor asked me When something happened (blood clots, blood poisoning, kidney failure) I would run to the blog and be able to tell them within a day or two, something that I would of not had a clue. It was also a tremendous inspiration of faith (thank you Kate and Silly), hope, support, and most of all love. I am still in awe at the magnitude of people from all over that went through those first few months with us. It must of been hard being a part of this tragedy and experiencing it through a blog on the internet. Again thank you all for your compassion to our family.
The first time that the newspaper ran a quote that I had written, I felt violated as my posts were for friends, family, and us to remember it all. I realized that our story was supposed to touch many lives, hopefully save many lives and that made it good. If all of this keeps one person from lighting a lighter where they shouldn't, one child to go on through pain, one parent to see how a split second can take your child away, then it has purpose.
This is a very lonely journey for my family. None of us really know how Myles feels in enduring his daily pain, his physical scars, and thoughts of the future. None of us really know how Aaron feels in enduring his daily pain, his emotional scars, and thoughts of the future. Neither one of my sons can understand my pain and fear as a mother of what has happened, and still is. We are all dealing with our own separate journey through this, the same destination, but separate journeys. Maybe when this is all over we will be able to try and explain in retrospect to each other what we just can't seem to do now. As I said, it is a lonely journey that we are experiencing side by side.
This blog site has become a "Wilson" for me, like in Castaway. A friend that I have been talking to, telling our story to, for almost six months now. It doesn't judge, ask for anything, it is something that is just here for me whenever I asked it to be. Like a good friend that you can call in the middle of the night because you can't sleep with too much on your mind.
Through this site this year will be remembered for all that it is, pain, sorrow, fear, hope, love, faith, friendship and family.
Love to you all and thank you for helping us through this path that is ours.
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sherry,
What beautiful thoughts you wrote for all to read. As you put it, it is for those also to be thankful for what they have. I look at Brian everyday and think, This could be my son that is going through what Myles has to endeavor everyday.
The breeze you feel is God embracing you. A good job done. Not everyone can/could do what you have had to go through these past 6 months.
My continued blessings are with you and your boys.
God bless you
Cecelia (silly)
The Prison of Want
Monday, August 06, 2007
“Life is not defined by what you have, even when you have a lot.”
Luke 12:15 MSG
Are you in prison? You are if you feel better when you have more and worse when you have less. You are if joy is one delivery away, one transfer away, one award away, or one makeover away. If your happiness comes from something you deposit, drive, drink, or digest, then face it—you are in prison, the prison of want.
That’s the bad news. The good news is, you have a visitor. And your visitor has a message that can get you paroled. Make your way to the receiving room. Take your seat in the chair, and look across the table at the psalmist David. He motions for you to lean forward. “I have a secret to tell you,” he whispers, “the secret of satisfaction. ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want’” (Ps. 23:1 NKJV).
It’s as if he is saying, “What I have in God is greater than what I don’t have in life.”
You think you and I could learn to say the same?
Sherry,
What beautiful words to help all of us describe what you've been going through. I just want you to know that you have been thought of every single day, and prayed for each of them as well. This blog has been a window for both of us to slip in and out of, it has been our communication vehicle. As I didn't even know any of you before hand. It's a shame that it took an event of such magnitude . . . but we can't go back, only forward, and I am blessed. Blessed by each and everyone of YOU!
Much love, and continued prayers,
K8
PS, Brian Marshall gave a testimony and he preached about prayer at church last night. His example of the power of prayer was MYLES! Keep that in mind!
An Undeserved Gift
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
“Many people received God’s gift of life by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ.”
Romans 5:15
We take our free gift of salvation and try to earn it or diagnose it or pay for it instead of simply saying “thank you” and accepting it.
Ironic as it may appear, one of the hardest things to do is to be saved by grace. There’s something in us that reacts to God’s free gift. We have some weird compulsion to create laws, systems, and regulations that will make us “worthy” of our gift.
Why do we do that? The only reason I can figure is pride. To accept grace means to accept its necessity, and most folks don’t like to do that. To accept grace also means that one realizes his despair, and most people aren’t too keen on doing that either.
Crazy day at work. But even in the midst of craziness, I wanted you all to know you were thought of. I begin a week of vacation friday! Off to Corolla, NC. Can not wait. Beach baby beach!
much love and continued prayers,
K8
Sherry,
This site has been a blessing for us all. Your life is so full right now. I think of you guys often, and this gives me a way of checking up on you without you having to repeat it for the 100th time.
Guess what....we finally finished the pond. I know..you don't believe me, ha. But its TRUE.
Love and Kisses from Comanche Dr.
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