January 27, 2014
Angel of Mine
“HOWARD CALL 911 HE IS NOT BREATHING”! “911 what is your emergency? Yes I need an ambulance my son is not breathing! This day changed my life forever. On January 22, 2012 was like any other Sunday. Good Morning or should I say Good Afternoon. I woke up at around 12 noon to the sound of laughter and a loud Po from the cartoon Kung Fu Panda on Nickelodeon. “Good Morning” I said as I kissed my boys on the forehead. Making my way to the kitchen to start my Sunday dinner, I asked my husband “have you feed the boy’s breakfast yet”? He says yes. Not knowing that breakfast consist of sugar, sugar, sugar and more sugar. There was fruit loops and milk scattered all over the counters and the floor. As I started to clean the kitchen I shouted to the boys “Nap Time”. Crying and stomping up the stairs Is what I heard as they went to their room. Once my steamy hot, Palmolive smelling dish water was ready I turned it off and went upstairs to calm them down by bribing them with fruit snacks if they take their nap now. When that didn’t work I called my husband. When my husband come he assures what I said and then leaves the room. Down the hall in my bed room I start to sort clothes to begin a load while I was up here. As I am sorting out clothes on the floor I hear squeaky sound of the wood floor boards on the stairs. What happens next is nothing words can’t express. He walks in the room to my youngest son Noah still crying standing by the wall and my oldest son Jadan on the bed. But the way he looked on the bed was something out of a movie. His body lying stiff as a board with his head tilted back and his hands balled up tight with the sound of an eerie ahhhhhhhh coming out of his mouth. My husband grabs him and tries to wake him up when he didn’t get a response he calls me. “JAZZAMINE” he shouted. The way he called me was with the sense you need to get in here now. I get up off the floor and run into the boy’s room to see my...