Mikey's Story - 23 Years is not Enough

by Donna
(Santa Clarita, CA)

Mikey, age 7

Mikey, age 7

Mikey is my one and only son. He is the younger brother of Heather and twin to his sister Kristin. From day one, Mikey was a character. He had red hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could melt an iceberg. He was a rough and tumble little boy with a heart of gold and a compassion that was unusual for a child so young. That was in the late 1980’s, early 1990’s when he was a little boy.

Life was not easy for my little boy. Poverty, domestic violence, and eventually an absent father left him with no one to show him how to be a man. At the age of eight he felt he had to become “the man of the house.” Growing up with two sisters and a mom who try as she might could never replace a little boy’s need for his father, created a young man with a very large hole in his heart.

Mikey was intelligent. Almost too smart sometimes for his own good. He thought and felt deeply about things and as he began to realize that life is rarely fair and that people are not honest and just, he became somewhat jaded. He went to college and got an AA degree in Administration of Justice, hoping to go into law enforcement and be able to right some of the wrongs in the world. Then a few unfortunate incidents showed him that even cops are human, and he became cynical and gave up that pursuit.

Mikey loved music. Although his style of music, rap, was never one I could understand or appreciate, he found meaning in it and went on to create many of his own rap songs. His heart’s desire was to really make something of himself in the music field. After his death, I found his lyric journal in his room and marveled at the depth of understanding he had of the world and its problems. I found a song he wrote for me… one I will always cherish.

Mikey, at age 23, was just beginning to figure out what he was all about. He was in college working on a Communication Studies degree. I think he found an outlet in these classes, as they offered him the forum to speak his mind and really delve into the human condition and how people relate to one another. He was getting ready to transfer to a university to further pursue his degree when his life was unexpectedly cut short.

Like I said before, Mikey was a rough and tumble kid. He had his share of bumps and bruises, scrapes and broken bones. But he was rarely sick. I could count on one hand the number of times I had to take him to the doctor from the age of 10 on. And those few times he was sick, he was a less-than-cooperative patient. He was grumpy and irritable and just generally not pleasant to be around. I think he loved to be out and about playing so much that he just didn’t like being inside with an illness. But like I said, he was rarely sick.

So, when he came home from work on August 3rd, 2009 saying he didn’t feel well, I didn’t think much of it. A routine sore throat. But the next day, he was even worse and called in sick to both of his jobs – something he never did. I knew he must be feeling really crummy. When I got home from work the next day, he was pretty miserable. I took him to the doctor that night and he was diagnosed with a severe Strep Throat. We came home and he took his medication (Penicillin) on schedule that night and the next day. But by the next evening, he called me and said he thought he was allergic to the medication because he was getting severe chest pains whenever he took it.

We called the nurse advice line that night and she told him to take antacids. I went to bed that night and never saw my son alive again. He died sometime in the middle of the night from a cardiac arrhythmia brought on by an allergic reaction to the Penicillin.

It has been 10 months since Mikey’s death and I am beginning to accept it. It seems so random and ridiculous that something so common could cause something so tragic. For months (and even now sometimes) I feel guilty, like I should have known he was that sick. I should have had better maternal instincts and taken him to the ER instead of listening to that stupid nurse. I feel like I let him down. I feel like I let my girls down. Their brother died… and I couldn’t save him.

No one knows how much my heart aches. I move from day to day doing the things I’m supposed to do, but nothing feels like it means anything. Life has lost its flavor and I feel like I’m adrift in a massive sea going nowhere. I hide so much of my agony inside because it seems seeing my pain only hurts those who love me. So I pretend I’m moving on.

But really I’m not…I’m still stuck on August 7th, 2009 when my world was shattered. Should I be over this by now?

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Sep 25, 2010
I agree
by: Shirley

23 years is not enough....
My son lived for 23 years and 27 days. He died of leukemia on August 9th, 2010. It's beyond my understanding why this happened. I just hope that someday I will have my answer. Hugs to you!

Jul 31, 2010
Never long enough
by: Anonymous

Dear Donna,

It has almost been one year since you lost your beloved Mikey by a fluke medical problem. There are too many flukes; too many deaths of our beloved children. I too, am coming up on a anniversary - one I'd rather not have to face.

Our son died by suicide 5 yrs ago August 11, 2010. I too, have had to face the truth that death can take anyone of any age, though my heart is reluctant. Thirty years is not long enough either. We never want to lose our children. It is total heartbreak and I grieve with you.

In our case, our son was seeing 2 psychologists at the time of his death. They should have been probing deeper than his shyness. I consider their competence like you consider that nurse's. Mistakes happen and we blame ourselves. We always protect our children. We prepare them for hot stoves and we prepare them for life struggles, but so many tough issues have to be faced on their own.

But I reflect on decisions and circumstances surrounding our son's untimely death and wonder if I as his mom, could have done more? Shoulda, woulda, coulda. None of those bring him back.

Instead, God has helped me look at his death in the bigger picture of His love which has helped me the most. You are welcome to contact me via email. We have a common pain and there is always much to talk about and I never tire of listening to someone else's story. You can reach me at: impossiblejoy@yahoo.com. G

Jun 25, 2010
Should you be over this by now?
by:

It has been 10 1/2 years since my 31 year old son died and I'm not over it. We will never be over it. Like the saying goes...a child is not supposed to go before us. I have guilt feelings also. But over the years I have developed the ability to lock away "things" in my mind. At times (too many) I let myself think, which is obviously why I'm here, on this site. Just know that with time the pain will be a little easier to deal with...in whatever way you WILL find to do it. Love to you and Mikey.

Jun 13, 2010
Your story is so like my sons
by: Brenda Mack

Mikey, I am sorry that you had to die so young. My son was only 27 when he passed away on May 21, 2010. I knew something was wrong with my son. Even though we live over an hours drive from each other he kept in touch several times a day on the phone. When a whole day went by without hearing from him I would start calling hospitals. Twice that is how I found him. He was type 1 diabetic On the day he died he had started some new meds I did not even ask him what they were. The next day when he called me he was not making sense. He told me something was wrong with his head. He was talking crazy. I told him to go to the doctor. Then I did nothing. I was so used to him calling 911 then letting me know what was going on or either if I did not hear from him I would call the hospitals he use. I should have known that he was in no shape to do that. The next morning I got that knock on the door and opened it to find a policeman. My life changed forever. I, like your mother, feel so guilty. I loved my son so and I feel I should have done more. I know that you and my son are where there is no pain or sorrow. That kins of suffering is for your mom and I to do now. Rest in peace young man.

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