(Login Sheryllynn) Everyone from IP address 173.27.30.154
My nephew (he is the son of my x brother in law), Steven (age 19), was shot in the head Thursday while on active duty in Afghanestan. He was flown to Germany for surgery but is not expected to survive. The government flew his mom, dad, and twin brother to Germany today. Basically they are going there to make a decision whether to take him off of life support or not and to say "goodbye".
Please pray or send positive thoughts and energy their way. I can't imagine having to make that decision. I can't imagine having a child die. My heart hurts for them. Also keep my son, Michael, in your thoughts and prayers. He is a year older than Steven and they grew up together. He is having a very hard time with this.
Thank you to all who replied. Also thank you for prayers and positive thoughts and energy.
I posted below but wanted to put it up here too that Steven died last night (Saturday) around 7 pm CST. He was an organ donor so a part of him will live on and help someone else live.
I was not really close to Steven since Tom and I divorced. My kids were. As I said my son, Mike is a year older than Steven. My kids and everyone who loved Steven still need your thoughts, prayers and energy. I can't imagine having to bury a child.
I know he wasn't technichally a child. But he was barely 19. That is a baby. And everyone is someones child. This first became painfully clear to me as I watched my Gramma watch my father die.
I know the military is a neccessity. I am grateful to the people who serve. I just think we (the USA) get involved too often. So many "children" die because we think we need to be involved.
I think back to about 3 years ago when the National Guard recruiter was "courting" my son Mike. He wanted Mike to sign up while he was still in high school to get a jump on the training. He needed parents to sign. Robin and I sat with him and Mike and listened to his spiel. All I could say was I could not in good conscious sign a paper allowing my son to join the National Guard, especially when we were at war. It would feel like I was signing a death warrent and I would never forgive myself if anything happened.