I am sitting in the Med in Memphis right now really at a loss to why life has to be so rough sometimes.
My fiance’s sister who was 2 years younger than her has a 1 year old little daughter had a terrible car accident last night. She broke both femurs which came through the skin, crushed her pelvis, has some minor internal bleeding, and is on a ventilator for blood clots in her lungs. It is unknown at this time, if she will pull through. Touch and go right now.
Her parents who I love as much as my own and who have treated me beyond what anyone could ask for; I feel for them the greatest. This is their last child. The other being lost 1.5 years ago. So, I sit here with my thoughts and my tears hoping for the best.
Brings back what her Uncle said to me when we were about to turn off the ventilators and say goodbye for the last time 1.5 years ago. He is an old salt of the earth man. Worked as a large engine repair man for boats, oil rigs, etc and owned his own shrimping boats.
He said, “Son, when I was young I used to think real men didn’t cry, but when I grew up and lost my oldest boy. I looked back and I was full of shit. You go on and let those tears flow for no one here not even that little boy will think you less of a man.”