We sat in a room with him when they managed to place him in his blanket. Jon and I, just a chaplain.
At 2:53 p.m., Brady died while I was holding him. The staff took his footprints and handprints for us after he went away.
He was going to be cold, so I urged the nurse to retain his blanket with him when she attempted to give it to me.
“All right, I’ll make sure it stays with him,” she said. All I can recall is the drive home. The void we sensed. Our son was admitted to the hospital, and we are departing without him.
He was so far away that he wasn’t with me. My life’s worst drive was that one. After that, we had to inform our girls.
After a few weeks, they formally diagnosed him with whooping cough. They believe he contracted it from a healthy adult with little symptoms.
The Tdap vaccination was advised for expectant mothers by the CDC when I became pregnant once more. It was really emotional when I received it.
