Yesterday wasn't what we expected it to be. We expected to enjoy the early autumn day with some outdoor stuff. We expected to eat dinner and play cards with Eric's parents. We didn't expect to get a call telling us that my brother-in-law had a horrible accident and was fighting for his life.
Not a car accident. Not an on-the-job accident. He fell down some stairs in the early morning hours. He fractured his skull.
Dan is a good guy. Amy, his wife, is my oldest (step) sister. I love all of my siblings and their mates, but Eric and I totally loved hanging out with Dan and Amy. They are so fun. Dan and Eric could sit and talk business and IT stuff for hours. On holidays we always looked forward to whatever Dan was going to bring for us.
Dan...being kept alive by machines. There is so much wrong with this picture. This isn't supposed to happen to OUR family. It's not supposed to happen to dads. It's not supposed to happen to thirty-four year old men. Except it did.
I spent yesterday sort of numb. Part of it was sadness for my sister and nieces. Part of it is sadness for losing Dan. But part of it is the randomness of it. Such a freak accident. And if it can happen to Dan, it could happen to Eric (my husband) or anybody else I love. We have no guarantees in life. I know this in my head, but I haven't felt the realness of that in a long time. It sucks.
My brother in law isn't going to recover in this life. But he is going to continue to give life to others. We are so thankful to Dan for becoming an organ donor. It was someone like Dan--struck by unexpected tragedy--that gave my husband Eric life through a new kidney. A sacrificial gift at a shocking, devastating time.
Dan is "going home" tonight. He will be healed and whole again soon. Please, life up my nieces (ages 16 and 14) in your prayers. I lost my dad at 18 and can't put into words the affect that can have on a young lady. Pray for my sister Amy. She is a strong and independent woman, but nobody expects to be a widow at 36 years old.