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On a cold
night in March, a midnight call heralded heart crushing news. To the responding
parent, there was no more terrifying news than that which the caller delivered.
Six hours earlier, the eldest daughter of three had attempted to take her own
life and was now lying without brain function in a hospital many miles away.
The details
and minutia are inconsequential. There are no words to describe the terror and
pain that encompasses a patient at a time like that. Looking at what was once
one's daughter and now an empty shell being kept alive by mechanical devices
can produce feelings that no person should ever bare. However, there was no
escaping the reality that what was a lovely, wonderful and promising young
women was now gone, only the body left to be informed.
There is no
way I can describe the pain and anguish of that traumatic event in my life. To
watch the child that I played with, held, counseled, taught, laughed with,
cried with, was now gone forever. A young woman with a bright and limitless future,
that was now gone thanks to the demons that must have dwelled in her head to
illicit such a response.
Funeral Fund
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