That day, 10 years ago
I woke up at 4:45 am and my husband was racing to the bathroom, about to be sick.
Greeaat, the flu bug. Those are never any fun.I dozed back to sleep but was woken back up to him asking if we had any Tylenol because he has a pounding headache. No I tell him, we had nothing.I wake back up to him asking if I can run to the store and get something for his head.
It really hurts, he says. Like the ones Ive had before
Two times before, once while I was pregnant with Zachary, and once right after I had him, William had gotten these insanely bad headaches that he just went and slept off, waking in the morning feeling so much better.
Ok, Im going to the quick stop down the street at 5:15 in the morning to get some Tylenol.
No argument, no its too early, nothing. I just went to get something for his headache.
I came home and gave him the Extra strength Excedrin Thats all they had.
He took two and was saying he hoped he could get some sleep and this would go away.
Yet he couldnt really leave bathroom because he thought he was going to throw up.
Finally he came and sat back down on the bed next to me.
We talked for just a moment, about what, I have no memory of.
The next hours days months of my life are such a blur.
I remember his eyes rolling back into his head and him falling back onto the bed.
I thought he was joking until he didnt respond to me telling him he wasnt being funny.
He started to shake and I thought he was having a seizure.
I grabbed the phone and called 911
It was ringing and ringing. Why was no one answering?
It felt like forever before someone was on the line asking me what my emergency was
and telling me they were on their way. I dont even remember what I told them
except that I thought he was having a seizure.
I remember trying to attempt CPR and that his jaw was locked, teeth clenched.
He was shaking so much that he fell off of the bed to the floor.
Right afterwards he started urinating and his body went limp.
I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it was bad, and he was gone.
The paramedics got to our house after what felt like forever.
They did CPR, tried to revive him, but it was too late.
I told them he had not taken is medication yet that morning. He only had the Excedrin.My life was flipped upside down in the matter of minutes.
His funeral service was held just a few short days later. Watching my 9 month old baby waving bye bye to his daddy for one last time was one of the most heart wrenching things Ive ever witnessed.
And weeks later I found out that my 22 year old husband passed away from a massive heart attack.
(His 3rd heart attack, actually. Remember those headaches he had? Yep, those were actually heart attacks that he was having)
January 28, 2003 is a day that I will never forget. It will live with me forever.