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