I logged on a couple days ago, but couldn't do it...I couldn't be cheery & had to go, I'm trying again today. I'm not necessarily fishing for sympathy by posting this, I just want to talk a little...hope you don't mind.
I became Grandpa to a little boy on 1/19/07...he passed away on 3/11/08. It was not from natural causes.
His mother & father are young and unmarried. After a year or so, she decided to move in with a couple friends, for reasons that I'm not going into here. One of the friends was a guy who worked at the same place she did...we didn't know much about this guy at the time.
At 6:45 am on the 11th, my son received a frantic phone call...she said Austin wasn't breathing! He yelled at her to call 911 & ran out the door, with the cell phone on his ear.
This is what happened next...
http://www.sltrib.com//ci_8561013
http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/259691
I have felt emotions in the past 10 days I never knew existed within me...by the same token, I have witnessed emotions in others I never knew existed within them. The past few days for me have been surreal, humbling, angering, devastating & ultimately filled with sadness.
The amount of help & support from friends & family during this time has been truely amazing & humbling. At least 60 people were there the day we laid Austin to rest, many of whom I had only met a few days before.
I awoke in tears from a dream the other night, where I could actually hear his voice playing in my head...just as clear as I can hear my own right now.
The amount of love & joy this little guy brought into our lives during his short stay is truely wonderful. I'm sad that I had taken a lot of it for granted while he was here, but now I truely cherish the time I was able to spend with him. It's hard to believe he's really gone.
We love you, little Austin.
(he's about 8 months old here)

(bad pic I took last November, while sitting at the computer.)








