I awoke on Sunday, March 23, 2009, to a glorious Easter morning. The morning was filled with all of the usual things. It was church, Sunday school, then home to prepare an Easter dinner casserole.
As I was preparing the casserole for a family celebration, an excruciating pain entered my head. I leaned against the refrigerator, praying for the pain to go away. It only worsened. I told my husband, who was reading the paper, what was happening.
Miraculously, our daughter called at almost that same moment. After being told what was happening, she reminded her dad that I never had headaches. She said to call my doctor, who in turn advised my husband to call 911.
By this time, I was already unconscious, totally unaware of what was happening, and would not be aware for many days to follow. I was diagnosed with a brain aneurism. With the help of a team of wonderful doctors, a wonderfully supportive family, many friends and, most importantly, my Lord and Savior, I completely recovered with no side effects. Today I am living healthily and continuing to love and cherish my children and grandchildren
What this experience has made me realize is how precious our lives are that we have been given. How wonderful to have another chance to enjoy and adore my three wonderful grandchildren, Garret Abraham, 13; Preston Gannam, 11; and Bella Gannam, 6. What a blessing they are to our lives.
My advice to all grandparents is to always let your grandchildren know how much you love them, because we never know what each day has in store for us. I certainly did not know on that Easter Sunday morning.
Carol Abraham is a GRAND reader and grandmother who lives in Jacksonville, Florida.
