She finally found a way to deal with her grief and she started cooking. Oh what a good cook she is! We would come home from work and she would have prepared all kinds of good things. And then she discovered sewing. She started making quilts, blankets, and many other things. And I knew she would be alright and she was dealing with her grief.
All that time we were waiting for the results of the autopsy. I called the coroner’s office daily to get an update. What was taking so long? Could Keagan have had a virus? There was no history of SIDS in either family so we were told it wasn’t SIDS. So how did he die?
The day came and the autopsy results were in. Keagan had choked on his spit up in his sleep. Absolutely shocked! The hospitals these days are teaching our daughters to lay infants on their backs to sleep. When my girls were born I was taught to lay them on their tummies and make sure there was nothing around their head.
It’s been said that when bad things happen they happen all at once. Keagan passed away on September 3, 2010. On January 14, 2011 I was terminated from my job for having missed too many days for having the flu. I couldn’t see the blessing in that until 6 days later.
Isaiah 43:1-3 “Fear not, for I have redeemed you, I have called you by your name; you are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy one of Israel, your Savior…”
On the morning of January 16, 2011 I woke up at 3:00a.m.and went downstairs to fix coffee. While I was waiting on the coffee to get ready I thanked God for taking Keagan. That’s right I thanked him for my grandangel dying. It was in that moment I found a little bit of peace. But I didn’t realize what I had just done was preparing me for the next trial.
Romans 8:28 NLT And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.
On January 22, 2011 my husband had a massive heart attack and open heart surgery.
At approximately 4:30a.m.I heard Phil downstairs in our kitchen coughing. I thought maybe he got up with a cold or allergy attack. Then I heard him in the bathroom throwing up. I thought great, Phil’s sick.