When does it stop?
by Jack Wilson
After many hours in the hospital they told us the news, massive stroke and a seizure. Entire right side is useless. After about 16 weeks in three different hospitals, insurance runs out and home she goes, now keep in mind that she is still unable to use the restroom by herself and with exactly one weeks training I'm left to take care of her. A very stressful situation to say the least Fast forward to Aug 2nd we get a call from our 2 year old grand daughter telling us her Mom is sleeping and won't wake up. We just figured that our 30 year old daughter fell asleep and was just napping. After about two hours of these calls we decide I better go see if everything is okay. It only takes me about ten minutes to get to her house where I go into the bedroom to wake Lisa up and tell her to keep an eye on Maria. She's not in bed, I rush through the house and into the kitchen where I find my baby on the floor but she wasn't asleep, she was gone. I dialed 911 and performed CPR until they had to pull me off. They said she passed the night before and I was just wastin' my time, don't they have babies? Burying my baby and finding her on that floor are by far the two hardest things I've ever had to do.It's been over a year now and a day don't go by that I don't think about her many times a day. I spend at least four days a week at the cemetery, I miss her so much. And it don't stop there, my wife has been hospitalized two more times for a heart attack and lung problems, makin' me wonder if I'm not given her the care she needs. She's been home a week since the last trip to intensive care. Since the passing of Lisa, my youngest daughter has had court ordered custody of her two children until Monday when the Nebraska Supreme Court determined that Maria's biological father, who is a Mexican citizen, should have full custody. He don't like us and will probably never let us see her again, It's like losin' another child, we have 13 days left. I am by no means feeling sorry for myself, I'm trying to stay strong for the rest of my beautiful family. I guess what my question is is when is it my turn to grieve? I fight back tears every day, several times a day, but I know it can't last much longer, I getting wore out, I don't know how I've gotten this far....How much more can a guy take??
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