I sat down with the Toronto Star and started reading about Chase McEachern. Thinking about it now and it still makes my eyes swell up. It’s so sad to think of how many children are lost at such a young age. Great children. Our future. I’m sure all this sappy-ness has something to do with the fact that my last year in high school is coming to an end or something to that effect. But for some reason I couldn’t get this kid out of my head. I couldn’t believe that there was no warning… and how his parents just decided to turn of the respirator. Maybe the article didn’t do justice to the extremity of the damage but I couldn’t believe it.
I don’t know what I would ever do if I were put in the position of Chase’s mother. I don’t know that I could give up that easily… I mean seriously look at what I’m doing with him. Of course I don’t know what it feels like to have that kind of a bond with someone, so I might not even be right in thinking that I would tell them to keep the respirators on as long as possible… just for that slim glimmer of a chance that he might wake up and everything would be ok.
All I know is… I’m really sad today because of Chase’s story. And I hope that I can encourage all of you to take a moment to honor his memory on his birthday (even if my post is 1 hour too late – his birthday was on March 13).