Open letter of thanks to the Saint John Regional Hospital Emergency Staff:
Monday September the 19th marks the two year anniversary since my husband came to the hospital, died, and was brought back to us.
In thanks and immense gratitude to everything you and the emergency room staff did for us, and the fifth floor cardiac care staff, I wanted to let you know what he has been able to see and do, thanks to your saving his life:
Our oldest son bought his first car.
Our oldest daughter got her first apartment.
Our middle daughter graduated high school and started University
Our youngest daughter had a poem set to music by Symphony New Brunswick
Our youngest son hit 6 feet tall at 14 years old.
We had a wedding and had our children re-marry us for our 20th wedding anniversary.
And most important of all:
We’ve had two more years as a family. Together.
Those are just highlights, milestones, and major events, but the true measure of our lives these days are made up of the millions and millions of little things that happen every day. The hugs, the kisses, the laughter, even the fights. I never thought I’d be grateful to fight with someone, but damned if I am.
We started out our lives against the odds. Married at 19 and 20. And here we are, 21, almost 22 years later and still going strong.
I will never, ever forget that day. I will never forget what the staff did and watching more than a dozen people spring into action. I will never forget Joe, the paramedic who literally held me upright and told me what was happening as it happened and the fact that no one tried to get me out of that room.
I will never forget the staff on the CCU who let me come and go at any hour because they could see that this man’s life is my whole life. Everything I am is wrapped up in him and what we are together. What we’ve come through, what we’ve hung on to. What we’ve created.
And so, as this two year mark rapidly approaches, I just had to take the time to say thank you.
From all of us.