As I walked out of the basketball gym my phone began to ring. I reluctantly answered it because I just had an awful practice and I was not in the mood to talk. It was my grandmother and she said, “Avery, Ben has been in a car accident. I don’t know many details but they are flying him to Springfield, Missouri. I called your dad and you guys are coming up here to see him.” I hung up the phone and found my dads truck and hopped in. My mom and two brothers were in the truck with my dad and you could tell by the expressions on their face that they had already heard the devastating news. The silence was broken when my dad asked if Bea, my grandmother had called me. I answered him and then the silence returned for the rest of the trip. …show more content…
Unfortunately, that floor was the “ICU”. Bens’ mother and my grandparents met us. You could tell that they had been crying. My grandma was swift to tell us what was going on. All I can remember were phrases such as, “head injury”, “non responsive”, “might be brain dead”. My mind raced. Tears filled my eyes. I tried to hold it in but I could not.
The night drug on for what seemed like days. Nurses walked in and out of his room. The doctor was concerned that he was brain dead because he was still unresponsive and the head injury he sustained was quite severe. The doctor gave him a few more hours and then finally decided to test him. The test was conducted in only about ten short minutes. The results were what any family would never want to hear. Ben was brain dead. The ventilator he was on was the only thing that was keeping him alive. The room became heavy. It was almost like a blanket of grief was placed over the whole hospital …show more content…
I loved Ben with all my heart and I still do. We all asked God why he would take such a perfect child away from this world. I never got a direct answer but I believe that he had fulfilled his purpose on earth. As I look back on life and this particular situation, I learned that it is really made up of different moments that worked to shape and mold who we really are. It is amazing how that in one moment our lives can be altered in good ways and in bad. Though my cousin Ben may have passed away Ben will always live