Flashback..

Charlie passed away at 2:54 a.m. on December 4th 2006. Our family met us at the hospital after receiving a phone call telling them that Charlie was in trouble and to come right away. When they were first called to come to the hospital, the doctors were still fighting to save him. Not knowing that he had passed away, our family slowly walked into a small conference room to find my husband and I surrounding Charlie's body. After hearing the events that lead up to Charlie's untimely death, we all gathered together around Charlie. He was freshly bathed and dressed in his "going home" outfit. We all cried, prayed, and sat in stunned silence not knowing what else to do. My big brother made a few phone calls to family members letting them know what had happened. He also called the funeral director to arrange for Charlie's body to be picked up and taken to Toledo where we were prepare for his funeral and burial. After everyone got a chance to hold him and say their goodbyes to our sweet baby, we left the hospital empty handed. My big brother took us over to the Ronald McDonald house where we had JUST checked in hours before and got our stuff. We left a note and the key to our room under the door in the office telling them that we had to check out unexpectedly and that we'd call with details later. My big brother drove us home. The sun was beginning to rise and we were going home to sleep. Before we got home, my sister-in-law went through our house and took the bassinet out of our bedroom and put all things baby in the prepared nursery and shut the door. We got home and collapsed into bed together. We held each other and cried until we passed out from emotional and physical exhaustion. It doesn't matter how much time passes, I'll always remember that night. This is just a tiny piece of what happened the night Charlie went to heaven; taking with him a big piece of my heart.
That's all I can write for now...