My daughter, Angela, died Friday, Oct. 4, 2002 due to a brain aneurysm. She would have celebrated her fifteenth on Oct. 30. She was full of life and happy, enjoying her good friends, family and pursuits. She had her sights set on psychology and family therapy as a career. She is profoundly missed by all who knew her.
I took her to the doctor in March of that year when she complained she had a horrible headache with dizziness, vomiting, blurred vision and a stiff neck. The doctor suspected meningitis, gave her pain medication and watched her a while. Then we were sent home with pain medication. The doctor wanted me to take her to the emergency room if she took a turn for the worse. As she improved over the next few hours I felt relieved.
I knew nothing about meningitis or aneurysms at the time, and my ignorance and trust in the medical personnel at my doctor's office gave me a false sense of security concerning my daughter's welfare. I wish I would have insisted on an MRI or something.
Why didn't the doctor order a brain picture? Angela's symptoms clearly warned ANY trained doctor something may be wrong in the brain.
Update: 22 Feb 2003
Angela had a sensitive and caring heart. She was highly intelligent and wise beyond her years. Her friends would call on her for advice or opinion. She was highly motivated in school and never needed me to remind her of homework. She loved reading. She taught herself how to ride a bicycle, which says something about her.
When Angela passed away her mother and I agreed to donating any and all organs for transplants into other patients who were needing them. We also donated anything else needed by patients, such as skin for grafting, eye tissue to restore sight, bone and marrow. A few weeks after her funeral I received mail letting me know the recipients were doing well.
Update: 10 Mar 2003
Having lost a child to death, I can understand why one can become angry with God. Though I have experienced a couple of brief moments of anger toward my maker because of Angela's death, I can honestly state I don't blame God at all. The most intense anger I felt towards God was in the hospital when I first learned of her passing. But, over the years, and through many trying circumstances I might add, I have come to know my Lord. I know him well enough that I can't be angry at him for circumstances in my life I don't like. My anger, blaming God, has no justification, so it just fades away.
Therefore, I have peace in my heart, though I grieve so deeply. I know where my daughter is and I know she is knowing the love and presence of God to such a degree I can't even imagine. My sorrow is for myself and others saddened by her death, not for her. She is such a large part of myself, now separated from me. That hurts more than I can express.
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