Five years ago today, I was sitting in Psychology class at Washington State University. I got a phone call from my mom, I couldn't talk so I rejected the call. I sent her a quick text saying "I'm in class", figuring she would know that I would call her back when class got over. It was a Thursday so class was a little under and hour and a half. She calls again, did she not see my text? Then she texted me, I don't remember what the text said but I knew immediately to call her. I got up from my seat and walked out the back doors of the packed lecture hall. I called my mom back and when she answered I knew something was wrong. She wasn't crying, I don't even think she said anything right away. The ominous silence told me everything I needed to know.
Lets back track, I was kind of expecting to get this sort of call. The day prior I was on my way to class and my mom had called me requesting that I pray for my Aunt and Uncle. It's not my story to tell so I won't go into details. But there had been some issues and our whole family was on alert.
The silence coming from the other end of the phone only lasted for a few seconds, although it seemed like hours. I'm sure she finally said something similar to "There's been an accident". My first thought was something had happened to my Aunt. I started to hyperventilate and my imagination started running wild. She brought me back to reality and told me that my Uncle was in the hospital after a suicide attempt. "Wait, what? How?". I learned that my Uncle had hung himself in the garage. He had been deprived of oxygen for about 7 seconds, which is a significant length of time in this situation. I am not sure the specific sequence of events but I know he was taken to the nearest hospital where they had to restart his heart multiple times. He was then transferred to a different hospital where they would better be able to handle his critical condition. He was put into a medically induced coma and his body was cooled in order to conserve as much oxygen as possible. The police didn't think he had actually meant to cause harm to himself, their thoughts were he was trying to get peoples attention. But his body weight made him pass out and hence, he was starving for oxygen. His organs already weren't in the best health and he was really in bad shape.
In the meantime, I was stuck in Pullman, because I had class. My friend was going to be driving to the West side the next day, so I asked if I could tag along. I didn't think It was best for me to drive myself home considering the circumstances. We left for Seattle on Friday morning and I took the light rail to Harborview Medical Center. I was greeted by my Dad and a family friend. It hadn't really hit me what was happening. I walked into the hospital, it was quiet but still very busy. Our family had pretty much taken over the waiting room. I found my Aunt and we hugged, then she brought me back to his room. Now before this I for some reason thought that he was going to be awake. I knew what it meant to be in a coma, but I had pushed the thought out of my mind and didn't correlate that he was actually in a coma.
The next 24 hours were pretty hectic. His chances of waking up were getting slimmer and slimmer. My cousins 5th birthday was that Sunday, I remember asking him what he wanted for his birthday. He responded with "Well if my dad wakes up then I'll just get him." My Uncle came off life support that Saturday evening, I was allowed to be in the room during the procedure and the scene will forever be burned in my memory. A quilt was made for my Aunt and cousins with his hand prints. We celebrated my cousins birthday the next day. It was one of the worst birthday celebrations I had ever been to.
Its a strange time of year, this anniversary. Throughout the years my Uncle wasn't the nicest guy. Now again, that's not my story to tell. But near the end of his life he wasn't a big family favorite. I however, never knew the man that was described to me. I didn't truly learn the whole story until a few years after he had passed. Even after hearing what kind of man he was behind closed doors, my opinion of him never changed. He is still the Uncle who would wake up in the middle of the day (he worked graveyard so his day sleep was crucial) to come get me because my car broke down. He is still the Uncle who could turn my crappy teenager attitude into a laugh or smile. He is still the Uncle who would tiptoe around the house in the early morning so I wouldn't wake up when I was sleeping on the couch (He never knew, but I was always awake). He is still the Uncle who reminded me that I was going to achieve greatness one day. He is still the Uncle who told me I was too good for all the guys I dated. He is still the Uncle who could make anything into a joke, and chances were I thought it was hilarious. This time of year is truly a hard one, because I don't have bad memories of him. I think he purposely sheltered me from most of it. Why? I will never know.
I never really got to say goodbye that summer. I was supposed to stop by my Aunt and Uncles house the night before I went back to school. But my car was already loaded down and it was getting late. My Aunt and one of my cousins came over instead. My Uncle stayed home because I think he wasn't allowed at my house. I knew I would be home within the month so it wasn't too big of a deal, I would see them when I came back. It's funny how we think we have time. We assume that tomorrow is guaranteed.
That Friday night before he passed, I was in the hospital room with my Aunt and cousin. Just the four of us. A song came on the radio and it was the first time I had heard it, it had a nice tune. The three of us looked at each other and kind of smiled. It was almost as though he had picked that song to come on, like he was dedicating it to us. I heard it again racing down I-5 to get back to the hospital the next day. And five years later that same song still makes me cry like a baby.
God Gave Me You- Dave Barnes
I've been a walking heartache. I've made a mess of me. The person that I've Been lately. Ain't who I wanna be. But you stay here right beside me. Watch as the storm goes through. And I need you.
God gave me you for the ups and downs. God gave me you for the days of doubt. For when you think I've lost my way. There are no words here left to say, it's true. God gave me you.
As I write this there are a lot of 'what ifs' that cross my mind. My heart aches for my 4 handsome cousins who have learned to grow up without their dad. They have been blessed with a loving mother and other male role models in their life, but nothing will ever fill that void where their dad should be. Boys, if you are reading this, I am so sorry for all your pain.
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If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, PLEASE seek help. The decision to take your own life affects everyone around you. Taking your own life is NOT the answer. You are loved by so many.
Did you know?
Suicide is the 4th leading cause of death for adults between 15-64 years of age. In the United States, suicide is the 10th leading cause of death. Every day about 112 Americans take their life every day. There are 4 male suicides for every 1 female suicide, but women are 3x more likely to attempt suicide. And across the United States, 25 million Americans suffer from depression each year.
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So Uncle Jim, today while your'e in Heaven enjoying unlimited Coke,
I'm on earth wearing my 5th grade pants in memory of your life.
I hope you found the peace that you were looking for.
rip.