DrKym
05-17-2007, 02:00 PM
This was sent to me, in an email sympathy card, I found it so comforting after my brothers services yesterday. I wanted to share it with others.
In memory of Thomas W. Bassett 3~13~1963 -5~08~2007.
Subject: Fwd: My Song! THis is so so nice...need a tissue
>> My Sunshine, My only Sunshine"
>>
>>
>> (Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
>>
>> Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
>>
>> another baby was on the way, she did what she could to
>>
>> help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new
>>
>> sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be
>>
>> a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael
>>
>> sang to his sister in mommy's tummy. He was building a
>>
>> bond of love with his little sister before he even met
>>
>> her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an
>>
>> active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist
>> Church in Morristown, Tennessee . !
>>
>> In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every
>>
>> five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications
>> arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of
>>
>> labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long
>>
>> struggle, Michael's
>>
>> little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.
>>
>> With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed
>>
>> the infant to the>
>> neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
>>
>> Knoxville ,
>>
>> Tennessee . The days inched by. The little girl got
>>
>> worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there
>> is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen
>>
>> and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a
>>
>> burial plot.
>>
>> They had fixed up a special room in their house
>> for their new baby but now they found themselves
>>
>> having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept
>>
>> begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want
>>
>> to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive
>>
>> care looked as if a funeral would come before the week
>>
>> was over.
>>
>> Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
>>
>> but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen
>>
>> decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
>>
>> If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never
>>
>> see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub
>>
>> suit and marched him into ICU. I looked like a walking laundry basket.
>>
>> The head nurse recognized him as a child and
>>
>> bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children
>>
>> are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and
>>
>> the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right
>>
>> into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He
>>
>> is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she
>>
>> stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's
>>
>> bedside.
>>
>> He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to
>>
>> live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the
>>
>> pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You
>>
>> are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy
>> when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed
>>
>> to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and
>>
>> become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged
>>
>> Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear,
>>
>> how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine
>>
>> away." As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's
>>
>> ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a
>>
>> kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The
>>
>> other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held
>>
>> you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to
>>
>> relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
>>
>> "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered
>>
>> the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You
>>
>> are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take
>> my sunshine away..."
>>
>> The next day...the very next day...the little girl was
>>
>> well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it
>>
>> The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff
>>
>> just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of
>>
>> God's love.
>>
>> NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
>>
>> LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
>>
>> Life is good.
>>
>>
In memory of Thomas W. Bassett 3~13~1963 -5~08~2007.
Subject: Fwd: My Song! THis is so so nice...need a tissue
>> My Sunshine, My only Sunshine"
>>
>>
>> (Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
>>
>> Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
>>
>> another baby was on the way, she did what she could to
>>
>> help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new
>>
>> sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be
>>
>> a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael
>>
>> sang to his sister in mommy's tummy. He was building a
>>
>> bond of love with his little sister before he even met
>>
>> her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an
>>
>> active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist
>> Church in Morristown, Tennessee . !
>>
>> In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every
>>
>> five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications
>> arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of
>>
>> labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long
>>
>> struggle, Michael's
>>
>> little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.
>>
>> With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed
>>
>> the infant to the>
>> neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
>>
>> Knoxville ,
>>
>> Tennessee . The days inched by. The little girl got
>>
>> worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there
>> is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen
>>
>> and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a
>>
>> burial plot.
>>
>> They had fixed up a special room in their house
>> for their new baby but now they found themselves
>>
>> having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept
>>
>> begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want
>>
>> to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive
>>
>> care looked as if a funeral would come before the week
>>
>> was over.
>>
>> Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
>>
>> but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen
>>
>> decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
>>
>> If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never
>>
>> see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub
>>
>> suit and marched him into ICU. I looked like a walking laundry basket.
>>
>> The head nurse recognized him as a child and
>>
>> bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children
>>
>> are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and
>>
>> the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right
>>
>> into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He
>>
>> is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she
>>
>> stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's
>>
>> bedside.
>>
>> He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to
>>
>> live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the
>>
>> pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You
>>
>> are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy
>> when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed
>>
>> to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and
>>
>> become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged
>>
>> Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear,
>>
>> how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine
>>
>> away." As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's
>>
>> ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a
>>
>> kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The
>>
>> other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held
>>
>> you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to
>>
>> relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
>>
>> "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered
>>
>> the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You
>>
>> are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take
>> my sunshine away..."
>>
>> The next day...the very next day...the little girl was
>>
>> well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it
>>
>> The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff
>>
>> just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of
>>
>> God's love.
>>
>> NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
>>
>> LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
>>
>> Life is good.
>>
>>