Turning

The other day Kaylee asked for an iced coffee drink. She hasn't had since probably last summer, so I went ahead and let her get one. We'd been driving in the car for only about 10-15 minutes, when suddenly she burst into singing "Jingle Bells" frantically and over and over and over. Hello, coffee. :O She only drank a really small amount of it before putting it down to go run around and play outside for several hours. I hid the rest of the coffee and got rid of it later. ;)

I had one checkride prep flight this morning at Kokomo, after which we had lunch at the hangar, and I fell asleep on the couch there while everybody was working around me.

Several days ago a young man named Pranav suffered a respiratory blockage. This caused him to stop breathing, which made him go into cardiac arrest. The cardiac arrest caused his brain to go without oxygen for a long time. He was put on a ventilator, and his mom waited in hope for a recovery that isn't to be. Yesterday he started experiencing seizures and organ failure, and she requested one last MRI today to prove whether or not there as any hope of viable brain function. There wasn't. So tonight she is taking her six year old son off of the ventilator, donating his eyes to someone else and his tissue to science. I've known them since his diagnosis, and she's fought for him. She asked everyone to pray for a miracle, because he is all she has. Tonight she is having to choose to take him off of life support and let him go. You don't want to know what that is like. Her last message was that her heart was breaking. That's a cliche, but you know something? There are times you really can physically feel your heart breaking in your chest, a pain I once described somewhere as feeling like broken glass in the chest. I'm so sorry for what she is going through. As always, someone somewhere goes on a flight, people joke, go to work, complain, go to the store, while tonight in New Jersey a young mother holds her dark haired, dark eyed first grader for the last time. And the world keeps on moving, as it does. Please keep her in your prayers as the most difficult part, daily life without her son, is just beginning.