Six Months Later...

Six months ago today we were busy loading our car with medical supplies, signing Do Not Resuscitate orders and loading Brody in an ambulance bound for home where he was to live out the remainder of his life. As we pulled out of Primary's, the song "I Saw God Today" came on the radio. Joss and I shared a moment of hysterical sobbing as we followed the ambulance which felt more like a hearse that day. We never thought that Brody would only survive 48 hours once we arrived home. Sadly, it was a blessing. He was in SO much pain and was medicated enough that he was semi comatose. He wasn't our Brody.
I was sick and yet relieved to let him go. I remember dry heaving all day. I remember us allowing family to take turns having a private moment with Brody that afternoon just before he passed away. There were lots of prayers and even more tears. I think it was a day that hollowed a lot of us. But Brody's spirit was too big for this cruel world.
Friday marks six months since our Schubby Buddy, left this world behind. Six months that we have been fighting to go on with our lives. Six months of walking into an empty room with an empty bed. A broken clock that idly marks the time of 6:20. No more steady rhythm of an oxygen concentrator or his LTV ventilator. No more TV mounted to the wall playing Cars or Monsters or Spongebob over and over through the night. All that is left of his room is the charity that he has instilled in our hearts. The room is now filled with hundreds of items to be donated to Primary Children's, Ronald McDonald House and Gunnison Valley Hospital. Soon after Thanksgiving, the room will be empty again. But Brody's spirit and example will go on forever in our home. Forever in our hearts.