Welcome to my first blog....how do you like it so far? This is just a foretaste of things to come, i.e more words.
This is the last day of 2007. Thank God. I want it to be over and I want all the memories since
August 11, 2007 to fade into healing. I pray for that. It was on that terrible Saturday morning that I lost one of the two most precious things in my life, my daughter Karlee Marie Andrews. She along with her sister Chelsey are the lights in my life. They are my life. Perhaps I held onto them too tightly, but that's a parents' natural instinct. I held them desperately tight, because I love them so much.
I started this blog at this time to set the record straight about the reason that Karlee Marie Andrews left this world. According to her death certificate she had three heart conditions that contributed to her death. We were aware of none of them. If I or her mom had known, we would have been willing to sell all that we own and live on the streets if necessary, to try and fix Karlee's heart. But we didn't know. We had no clue, until that Saturday morning when I found her in bed, already gone.
Let me be clear about one thing. Drugs and/or medication had NOTHING to do with Karlee's passing. She was not on medication, and did not use drugs, EVER. No substances were found in her blood. She died of natural causes. The rumor that blood pressure medication was a possible cause was started by me. I mentioned it at the hospital because the county police had found my blood pressure medicine in or near Karlee's room. As Chelsey and I were preparing to follow the ambulance to the hospital, a policeman came running out to the car with the bottle of medicine presribed to me. As it turns out, NONE of the pills were missing, and NONE of the medication was found in Karlee's system.
I told the doctors at the hospital that the police had mentioned the medicine to me...I was in shock and at that point had no idea why Karlee did not wake up. Perhaps Karlee was in pain that night, and perhaps she thought one of the pills would help her. I'll never know. But there was no trace of the drug in her body and and as I said before, no trace of ANY foreign substances in her system. Karee was my sweet, loving, and beautiful daughter who never gave us ANY problems. If I could choose and special order a youngest child, it would have been exactly the gift God gave us when he sent Karlee. She was the perfect second gift to compliment her sister Chelsey. They were different, with different personalities, but I love them both with all the power and depth of a father's love.
One final thing for now....Karlee was happy. We spent the last night of her life on earth together, at Arundel Mills Mall. We ate dinner, she shopped, and we shared a coke and candy bar while watching the movie "Becoming Jane" . We came out of the movie laughing and talking. On the way home she told me that the week she had just spent at church camp was the happiest of her life. She looked forward to her first year of high school and meeting new friends. Before I went to bed that Friday night, I told her what I always told her...that "I love you Karlee". And she replied in her sweet way the way she always did...."I love you too Dad". I'm glad those were the last things we said to each other. And I'm glad for the promise that Karlee woke up with her Heavenly Father, and that she now lives in Heaven, and is waiting for us there.
Well thats the end of my first blog. Brian
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Thanks for sharing this...
Hi Brian,
I know we don't really talk much anymore. I've always felt like our immediate family is a little distant from the rest of the mass Andrews clan, but I wanted to let you know that Karlee's been on my mind lately, and has been a lot ever since her passing. I learned so much about her in that time, and while we had time together when we were both so much younger, the more I saw of her online, read about her, etc, the more I realized we would have gotten along so well.
It's not really anyone's fault that we didn't really know each other well, I don't think. It's life, and our families are spread all over the country. I've often felt as if I don't really mesh well with a lot of our family, but I think if circumstances might have been different, she and I might have been really close, so she's on my mind often.
She was on my mind in particular this past weekend when I traveled out to Dallas for a Harry Potter convention. I just thought about how neat she probably would have thought it was. How if we had known we both shared the interest as strongly as we seemed to share it, maybe we could have gone together. They had an art room there where they were displaying fan art, but also had a place where you could make your own. I drew her a picture, wrote her a short letter, and pinned it up with other people's contributions. It made me feel like maybe, in a way, it would help her be there.
I'm not entirely sure why I'm telling you all of this, but I felt like I should. I'm sure it's not any easier now than it was when you wrote this. I hope I'm not dredging up bad feelings. But I just wanted you to know. I hope you're doing alright. I do miss you guys, and wonder how you're doing. I felt like your family was one of the few in our huge family that I got along well with. Hope we can see each other some time in the future.
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