Wyatt

I remember the phone call I got from my mom that afternoon. I was prepping dinner weeny phone rang. I rarely have it on, it's usually on silent, as I picked up the phone, the conversation started as normal and then my mom said, "Tamara, Wyatt has leukemia." The only three words I could get out of my mouth were "no mom, no". The tears came along with a million questions and little answers. As I hung up with my mom, I cried some more, and made the call to Chase. You always think about the "what if". You know, what would you do in that situations, if you got a call similar to that one. I never expected it would be my family, my nephew, little do though right?

Prayers started right after that, with no hesitation. I wasn't going to be the one that said I would pray for them, and never did, only saying out of obligation. That day I said the most heart felt prayer of my life. Earnestly asking our Father in Heaven to heal my nephew. With all my heart I knew he could, but didn't know if he would. Months of chemo therapy followed, along with a lot of scary news, some good news, and a whole lot of miracles. I saw people change right before my eyes, even myself. We banded together like never before.

I remember the day he got released for the hospital so vividly. We sat in the front lobby of that hospital for hours, waiting for him to be carted out. He wasn't doing well. The doctors had no other means of treatment. He was going home, without being healed. It wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. I kept telling myself it wasn't the end, it couldn't be. But felt in my heart that it most likely was. As Michael came though the lobby pulling Wyatt in a wagon, with Chrissy on the other side, we sat and cheered, with tears rolling down our faces, knowing full well it wasn’t the ending we were wanting or expecting. 

Not long after that Chrissy and Michael searches every means necessary to keep him on this earth. We heard about something else everyday until there was nothing else.

I remember the day vividly when I got the call that they were celebrating Christmas. Jennifer wanted to make the entire family paw patrol pajamas as well as a Christmas dinner. She hurried to our house, we went shopping and no joke, had everyone’s pajamas done in 3 hrs. As we were finishing the pajamas we got a call that Wyatt’s limbs had gone cold, they were moving Christmas up. Instead of celebrating in the then few days, they were celebrating that afternoon. He wasn’t going to let much longer than that. We rushed everything into the car. Kimberly had been running errands, got things for stockings as well as a Costco chicken and salad, because out other plans were no longer realistic. I called Chase and he asked if we would wait for him, he rushed home from work and we headed to Fairview. Walking into that room was emotional. I couldn’t even look at Wyatt, not because I didn’t love him, but because I felt like I was stealing time away from his parents, when they needed it most. 

I gave mike and Chrissy a hug, and rushed out. I sat in that driveway hugging Chase and crying a lot. 

The very next morning we got s call that’s squatting had passed away. He was no longer suffering from worldly pains. Although incredibly difficult, my testimony had been strengthened. And watching Michael and Chrissy have strengthened it more. They amaze me everyday.

Im grateful for you Wyatt, although your life was short, you touched more people that most do in 90 years of life. I love you. Until we meet again.