Thank you PT for all your thoughts and prayers,and I wanted to share this.

[DrKym]

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
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>> 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
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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
>>
>> you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to
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>> 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.
>>
>>

[Blue_Frog]

$hugs Thats really sweet Kym

[RICHARD]

Yep, life is good.
Sometimes you just have to know how bad things get before you can smile and say those three words.


That's the reason we all have huge hearts.
Ya gotta have room to hold on to things!

[DrKym]

Thanks Richard!

Feeling and Knowing how many were praying for me this past week, and sending prayers for my brothers now fatherless kids meant so much. PT people really are a special sort.

[Taz_Zoee]

Kym, I am so sorry. I must have missed the thread explaining this. I was wondering where you had been. I even sent you a PM.
{{HUGS}}

[kimlovescats]

Oh KYM!!!! I had no idea!! I haven't been on PT in forever!! I don't know all the details, but they aren't needed, just know that my heart goes out to you in the loss of your brother! My brother passed away on May 9th fifteen years ago, and it still hurts to this day!

HUGS,
Kim