Our children all died suddenly.
Their hearts just stopped one day.
One minute they were with us—
Then taken swift away.
We pray they are in heaven,
Just waiting for us there.
And though we know this in our souls,
The loss is hard to bear.
We never knew they were at risk—
We never thought to ask.
We trusted all authorities,
Not bringing them to task.
But now we know, and pain is deep—
So deep we can’t convey.
And though we try to move ahead,
We miss them every day.
So we’re harnessing our sorrow,
We’re channeling our pain—
So that their lives—so quickly lost—
Will never be in vain.
To save the lives of other kids
Is what we have to do—
Dedicated to the guys who brought me back
I am submerged in sorrow.
Facing the computer, entering figures
Into a database on cardiac arrest,
I have come to know the cadence of death.
Time of collapse? Not witnessed.
Bystander CPR? No.
9-1-1 till EMS on scene? 10…15 minutes.
Till defibrillator use? Even longer.
Patient in shockable rhythm? Not anymore.
Return of spontaneous circulation? No.
Survive to hospital admission? No.
Survive to hospital discharge? No chance.
Case after case after tragic case.
The forms are flat and marred with black fax smudges.