This story is of the first time Brady showed himself to us after he left our earthly world. It happened in the early morning hours after he had passed away. Jeff and I had spent a few hours at the hospital with Brady, and then had made the drive home. I don’t remember it at all.
When we arrived at home, it was still very early in the morning. Probably sometime between 4 and 5 AM. We knew we needed to call our families, but we weren’t quite ready and it was just really early still. We decided to try to get some sleep. If you’ve ever been in this situation, you know sleep is near impossible. We had only slept for maybe an hour and a half before we were called into the hospital, so our bodies and minds were exhausted.
Jeff and I held onto each other and we both hazily dozed in and out of semi-consciousness. And then there was a loud beep. What we now refer to as THE beep. I mumbled that the beeps were even coming to get me in my nightmares, thinking that maybe the beep had been a part of some weird dream I’d been having.
Brady’s machines were always beeping, when he was above or below certain thresholds, when his medications were done being administered, when his milk was out, and a number of other times. Since he had alarmed so often for much of the day before he passed, the beeps had really started to invoke a nervous reaction in me. It seemed reasonable that a beep would come and find me in my semi-conscious, not-really-sleeping state.
Jeff said, “Wait, you heard that too?”
I know you are thinking that a beep could have been from a number of sources. We had only lived in our house for a week, so we were still getting to know the place. While we believed it was Brady from the start, I was always cautious, thinking that one of our fire detectors might have been low on batteries and we’d hear the beep again, and with increasing frequency. That sort of occurrence would have been far from far-fetched. However, after now living in the house for 4 months, I can tell you that we have never heard the beep again.
When I think about it now, it seems like this would be a pretty obvious way for Brady to communicate with us. The beeps on his machines told the nurses and doctors that Brady needed attention, so it seems natural that Brady would have gotten our attention that same way.
I absolutely love each of these stories you write. What a beautiful tribute to your son, You now have your thoughts and experiences in writing so that you can always go back and read, reflect, smile and remember every single detail. Simply beautiful, Rebecca, just like you.
All my love, Auntie Barb.
I absolutely love each of these stories you write. What a beautiful tribute to your son. You now have your thoughts and experiences in writing so that you can always go back and read, reflect, smile and remember every single detail. Simply beautiful, Rebecca, just like you.
All my love, Auntie Barb.
I loved reading this. Made,my heart melt and hurt at the same time. I wish I’d had the honor to meet him 💙
Thank you, Connie! I hope you feel you can meet Brady at least a little bit through the blog. I appreciate your reading our story!