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Saturday, June 11, 2005

Just yesterday I posted about my uncle who was killed in a car accident. There is nothing that hits you harder than that phone call in the middle of the night to tell you that someone close to you has died. With my grandmother, it was a call early in the morning to hurry to the hospital, with LuckyHusband's grandfather it was a call in the middle of the night and "things didn't look good", with my uncle D, it was a call that he had been in a wreck.
Instinctually, when the phone rings at an odd hour, you know that something's not right. Nothing ever prepares you for that call, even when the person is 94 years old and certainly not when the person has just begun to live their life.
My little cousin, Hooker, received a call at 6:30 am this morning. She was supposed to get up around 7 am to go and take the ACT this morning, so when the call came she was still asleep. The last ACT she took was just 2 days after D's death, so needless to say her score wasn't anything to brag about. She was really hoping to do well this morning.
The call was from my uncle J to let her know that a friend of her's was killed in a car accident this morning. This poor family had a very young daughter years ago who passed away from cancer, and now this. Another one of their children has been taken before they were ready to let him go. He would have been a senior in high school this August and was a very handsome boy. Hannah thought alot of him.
Please keep Hooker and his many friends as well as his family in your prayers. This is going to be a very rough time for them all. Even in their time of tragedy, his parents made the decision to use this tragedy as someone else's second chance and somewhere today somewhere in the world, there is a patient with a new heart recovering from a heart transplant, and one, possibly two patients recovering from a cornea transplant. Someone's heart will continue to beat and someone else will continue to see all the beauty this world has to offer. Organ donation is such an important thing that many people do not discuss with their families, but this boy had and I'm sure that there are two or three families today who couldn't be more greatful. So, if you are considering organ donation, be sure and discuss it with your family. Without their consent, a checkbox on a driver's license means nothing.
Well, on a more positive (I guess) note, the high school reunion. For those who haven't read, this is a reuinion for anyone who has ever graduated from our high school. There were lots of older people there who were thrilled to see one another. My uncle N.D. was the oldest graduate there at the age of 91. There were graduates as far back as 1931. Wow!
No one from the classes of 90-present bothered to show up, so my pent up anxiety was wasted. LOL! The person closest to my age graduated in 1989. How sad is that. Why is it that we wait until we are in our 50s and older to decide that it's important to recognize where we came from and stay connected with that? I would have loved to see people that I went to school with, instead, LittleMan and I got to meet all the people that my grandmother went to school with and she really enjoyed showing us off.
It was kind of like a family reuinion in a way. I saw people I hadn't seen (family) in years. It was very enjoyable. My Uncle Bob and Aunt Edwina were there from Baton Rouge. They are getting older and not so good health wise, so any opportunity to see them is welcomed. You never know when you won't have the chance to anymore.
That's about all I have for today. Sorry about the dreary topics of the last couple of days. One would wonder if Eyore is starting to have an effect on me.
Melissa

Melissa @ 3:57 PM | comment

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Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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