Hello to all, alot of you on here know that I have lost a son and daughter and wife, (kids mother), at the time that my son passed away my sister was fifteen years old. Shortly after the funeral she sat down and wrote a story about my son Jason's life through her eyes, and I am very proud of her because she actually hit on everything that he went through in his short eleven years on this earth. I copied her story and am going to try to put it all on here, if this works she also wrote a story about my wife (kids mom) and I will also include it later on here.
THE DEATH OF MY NEPHEW, (JASON WILLIAM GODSEY)"
Looking back on the day of august 18,1995, was the day my nephew left this walk of life. He was a very dear person to me, as well as all of his family he left down here. God wanted another angel, so he called Jason to be his angle.
The day a miracle happened was the day of june 3,1984. It was the day Jason was born. He was born a premature birth and having three holes in his heart, he won his fight for life. The first major surgery he had was and open-heart surgery to place shunts over the holes in his little heart at the age of thirteen months old. He won another fight, with the prayer of his family, and Gods grace.
After having this surgery, he was restricted in his activites. He was also placed on many heart medications, and on top of that, he required monthly check-ups.
At the young and tender age of five, his blood became to thick to pump thrugh his heart. This problem lead up to his second open-heart surgery. During this surgery, three more holes were found in his heart. He had two more patches placed over them.
Then one month later, he was placed in I.C.U., for internal bleeding. During this time he suffered a stroke. After suffering the stroke, he was left with severe brain damage, and closed his throat completely off. It took 3 1/2 minutes to get the respirator in him. In the mean time he had no oxygen going to his brain.
This caused his mind to go back to a very young child. So really you have a five year old boy, with a baby's mind. This was a real hard situation for the family to face. This was one time the family pulled together for Jason's sake.
Two days after Jason returned home, he was back at the hospital for another surgery. August 12,1989, Jason had a trachestomy surgery, so he could breath on his own.
By this time doctors had told my brother and his wife Kathy that there son might not live to see his ninth birthday. This terrorized our family. By this time our family was really pulling together and calling on God, the only one that could help.
Up to this point, Jason, has had twelve surgeries, and two open/ heart surgeries along with going to the doctors monthly for his check-up.
Jason was placed in a wheel chair because of the patches on his heart. To much activites could mess them up. This broke his parents heart's, because they couldn't stand to not see Jason out running and playing like other kids his age.
By the time he had reached ten years old, the doctors told his family that he needed another open-heart surgery, but if he has it he will die on the operating table, because of his heart and lungs being so weak. Of course my brother and sister in law could not do that to there little boy. The doctors also told them if he didn't have the surgery, he would eventually die. So, he was comforted as much as possible until the day he would leave us to go to his family in heaven.
So at the age of eleven, on august 4,1995, he was taken to childrens hospital in columbus ohio, for a very common thing... a rash. He was given cream for his rash, and told to take oatmeal baths. He was took home and treated, at least we all thought, he was out of the woods, but he wasn't!
Two weeks has past, he has been given his cream and oatmeal baths like instructed. One day my brother gets him up and starts getting him ready for school, when in the bath tub he could not keep his balance. He could not sit up by himself in the bath tub. This was very odd.
By this time he was weaving when he was sat up. He had to be held up like a little baby by his mother. He was going to be taken to the hospital later, until he started gasting for breath, then my brother recalls telling his wife, "call an ambulance" so she did.
The ambulance arrived, and they start doing there routine and Jason's vital signs along with everything else was normal. At first they could not get a blood pressure, then when they got one it was unstable. They went with that anyway and took him to the emergency room. His parents were worried about him having more brain damaged than he already had, the least concern was of him dying.
When his parents were finally allowed to see him, they were looking at a very sick little boy. There was complete koas in the small room, as the medical staff struggled to keep his cheerfull little soul here for his family.
Jason how ever slipped into a coma. The doctors told Jermie and Kathy (call in the family if they want to see him again we have done all we can do) by this time they realized they was going to lose there only son.
As they re-entered the room, behind the doctor, they could feel the life and death struggle their only son was fighting. Jason's parents went to each side of him. Jermie,Kathy,they took there sons hands and started crying, praying,over there little bundle of joy,God gave them eleven years ago.
After he had been in the hospital for about ten to eleven hours, he was rushed to P.I.C.U. intensive care for children. When he got settled in his parents rejoined him. Jason's parents were discussing how not to long ago how he was laughing with that big beautiful smile and those big brown eyes sparkling, and how now he is lying here almost dead. It didn't seem right.
After the medical staff got him stablized, Jermie went to call mom. He informed her with the rest of the story. At that moment our mother put her trust in God. The only one that could help.
Jermie and Kathy , rejoined there son once again. My brother remembered thinking, I know he knows we are here.
By this time I arrived from school, my mother informs me of what is going on, and me and her made plans to join my brother and his family in columbus, the next day.
The next day about 9:30am my brother and sister -in -law had gone down stairs to get some breakfast. They got half way there and heard a voice over the intercom saying "will the parents of Jason Godsey please report back to P.I.C.U." when they heard this they grabed each others hand and took off running back. My brother was thinking... we have lost daddy's special boy, and mommy's angel.
When they arrived back at the room, which there son layed, they doctors meets them at the door and says "we need to talk" the first words that were said was by Jermie. He said, "is he dead? " the doctors said, "the left side of his heart has collapes". They shocked him with the paddle's two times. They got him back.
About ten minutes later, his heart stopped again. THey got him back, but about five minutes later it stopped again. This time the doctor looks at Jermie, and Jermie said, "no!"
The doctors came in and pronouced Jason dead. My brother called mom. Mom denied it. Then Jermie and Kathy went back in to be with there son one last time, they sat in there with him for a few hours.
Then it was time to take him to a funeral home. My brother pushed his son's body down to the van. It was Jermie's way of saying good bye.
When I returned home from school that day, I walked in the door and my mother and two our very close neighbors were sitting on the couch with my mother. As I walked in I could feel the pain in the coldness of death in our home. The first words my mother said to me were "he's gone" I started screaming No! NO! I would not or could not accept it.
Then came the day I would accept it, the funeral. At the funeral I saw him lying there in his casket, this is what made me accept his death. The fact was I knew he was dead, but I would never forget him, and how he touched my life.
Just seeing him day after day made me realize that nothing was impossible. After all that he had went though, there was nothing I couldn't handle.
In my mind, while I saw him lying there in the casket, in my mind I could see him running around and playing in heaven as if he did not have a care in the world. In my heart I was happy for him to be out of pain, but also I was grieving for his body to just get up and start his life again. As mush as I wanted him to get up out of that casket, I accepted the fact that he wasn't going to. I new deep down in my heart I would see him again some day in heaven with the rest of our family.
He was truly a special person to all of his family and everyone that he came in contact with. I know he is now resting in Gods arm with no pain. He suffered so much down here, we could never know how bad he hurt. So just rest softly in God's arms my little picklepus, and some day I will see you again.... I love you!!
Like I said my fifteen year old sister wrote this and I am truly glad that she did, it is something along with my son's memorys that I will always cherish. Jermie aka I_ALWAYS_WIN
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