And Jenna was left

Tears are words the heart can't express....its okay to cry sometimes

I remember the  excitement of simply just touching the small body that lay before me, How anxious I was to see her grow, to see her live out her wildest dreams, and conquer her most frightening nightmares. We had been trying to have a baby for the longest time, but for some reason it wouldn't happen,and now finally Jenna Michelle Bason layed in front of us, sleeping, breathing, living like an angel straight from hevan. Jenna never cried much through the night, most nights she slept peacefully without even making one peep,but I still got up every night for two months straight just to check on her, just to see her sleep.

 "Wake up Jen." Mike whisperd in my ear, I slowly rose and pecked Mike on the cheek. "Did you see if Jenna was up?" I asked, Mike sighed "Jenny, Jenna is right here" he's holding Jenna in his lap and he's repeating the letter of the day from Sesame Street.

"Look Jenna the letter is "J", J is for jumping, and Jupiter and J is for you! cause your name is Jenna!" I get out of bed and get ready for work, before I walk out the door I yell to Mike "honey, please don't forget to take Jenna to the doctor, she's been shooting a fever lately, Also I might be work late again, so give me some dinner suggestions on my lunch break, how about chinesse food? Anyways bye love you,and I love you Jenna" then I walk out the door.

 I had been working like a dog, when I got a phone call "Mrs.bason someone from Harvard hospital is calling it sounds very important. Should I transfer the call?"  "Yes Gean that would great thanks" I say back with the linger in my voice it sounds kinda bitchy, but Gean understands I didn't mean it that way. "Hello this is Mrs.Bason May I ask who's calling?" "Hello Mrs.Bason, this is Dr.Shermen from Havard Medical Hospital, I am calling to inform you that your husband Mike Bason has been in a really bad car accident,He's seriously injured and I'm not sure how long he can hang on,however your child is in the ICU with minor injuries."

 My heart stops I rush to the hostpital, I pass up every red light,Every stop sign.By the time I reach the hospital Tears are over flowing my face I'm mouthing gibberish and looking everywhere. When I reach the receptionist she hands me a tissue, "who are you looking for?" she asks. The words almost slips over my head "Mike-Mike Bason." I manage to utter out "room 3C" says the receptionist. I rush down to the room imagineing how Mike will look, but before I could touch the door knob I here the loud stilnest of the ECG machine, And it all fades away and goes dark...... 

Author's Note

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