Tim's grandmother has been ill for sometime now. Last Sunday she fell twice and was taken to the hospital and doctors wouldn't release her...doing more tests and monitoring her I suppose. We were given the diagnosis of staph infection and pneumonia on Wed/Thurs. not sure. She is so so sick right now. Saturday morning around 9ish, Tim''s dad called to tell him that they decided to take her off of all life sustaining aids...Later that evening they turned off the shock part of her defibrilator, to me that makes it real. She is dying and there is nothing we can do but sit and watch her. Actually, part of my heaviness is the fact that I can't be at the hospital with Tim and his mom b/c of the sickness and the risk involved with getting that and exposing the boys to it. Anyway, Tim sent me a text about 1030am, just about the time he arrived at the hospital. The text read, "I can't talk...two officers shot and one is dead". He finally sent me a text saying who it was. Sgt. Tim Chapin was Tim's first Sgt. when he finished his field training. I met him in the beginning. He was a great man. He left behind a wife and 2 children and many many "brothers" in the police dept. Tim has just been sick. He had already taken the day off work to go sit at the hospital to watch his grandmother die and now he has to deal with this pain away from all the other officers. Again, nothing I can do. I have just listened to him be sad and mad. The boys haven't seen him much over the last few days so it was delightful to watch him hold Brooks this a.m and to listen to him tickling Gavin. He needs that relief.
I want to be a the best of what he needs right now. I've just been praying to God that I really don't know what to pray. He knows what we all need. it just seems like too much.
Prayers on behalf of our blood family and our police family are greatly appreciated.
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