an anniversary: memories of great love
Although yesterday was technically the one year anniversary of the incident that nearly took my sister’s life, today holds a little more significance for me. Today is the one year anniversary of the day I found out what happened.
It was just after 9AM, and I was getting settled into the workday. I answered a call the way I usually do, and the party on the other end asked for me, which struck me as odd. I answer the phone countless times a day, but none of the calls are for me.
It was one of Rosario’s friends. He had been trying to get a hold of the family all morning, but my parents were up north, and the girls sleep through everything so they wouldn’t have heard the phone. He searched all night for an alternate contact number and somehow in his searching, her friend stumbled on my work number.
I was the first one in my family to know what had happened. It was a heavy burden passing along what limited information I had to my parents and siblings. I made contact with her friends at the hospital, who graciously gave me updates throughout the day. I ended up spending the next ten hours on the phone with family and friends as support and well wishes came flooding in.
Everyone pooled their resources to help us out. A carepage was set up; a night of prayer organized; plane tickets offered; lodging worked out, as well as many other needs and details. On the most difficult day of our lives, we were overwhelmed by generosity.
June 30th is a difficult anniversary to remember, but alongside the pain are memories of great love.
For more on what happened, click on the category “Miracle of 2009” in the right column.