Two years ago this morning my brother Callen lost his live doing what he loved, snowboarding and hanging out with friends. I cannot believe it has been two years. Some days it feels like yesterday and I am drawn back into the grief. Other days if feels like ages ago it happened and since I have seem or talked to Callen.
I remember laying in bed Sunday February 14th, 2010 in our Anchorage Condo. Snuggling with Mike. I had decided to play hooky from church and stay with Mike since he had worked the night before, getting home at 6 am. Around 8:30 my dad called me. He and mom typically forget that Alaska is a 3 hour time difference on Sunday mornings so I ignored his call. He called again, then my mom called. Again I ignored them. Then the associate pastor at our Alaska church called around 9:30 or 10:00, again I did not pick up the phone, but decided it was a sign that the world wanted me to get out of bed for the day.
While still laying in bed I listened to the voice mail that my dad had left me. It said to call him as soon as I could because Callen had been in a snowboarding accident. I woke Mike up to tell him Callen had been in an accident. I had this pit in the bottom of my stomach that something was seriously wrong. Mike said, "I am sure everything is fine, call them back." I called my dad and he did not pick up. So I frantically called my mom who answered but I could tell by her voice it was not good.
Then she asked me if I was sitting down and where Mike was. I told her that he was laying in bed next to me sleeping. She told me to wake him up. Then told me that Callen had been snowboarding, got in an accident, and DIED!! I am pretty sure I started sobbing and yelling no here and my mom told me to give Mike the phone. I remember saying over and over I need to get back home, I need to go to Minnesota NOW. I need to be with my family.
Mike got off the phone and held me a long while. He then sprung into action. First he called work to tell them he would not be coming in that night. Brought me water and Kleenex. Made a few other calls. I remember laying in bed and receiving a call from Brad, who I call my 2nd Dad. He is also a pilot. He said not to worry about making travel arrangement that him and his wife Carla would let us know what flights we were on ASAP. I remember being in the bathroom just staring in the mirror when Mike called up stairs to tell me that Jay and Robbie, who were the youth director and a Mom from our church, were coming over. And then I remember my good friend Samantha coming in with her son Jacob, telling me that the associate pastor at church told her about Callen and she came right over.
To say I was a mess would be an understatement. I was trying to pull out our suitcases. Clean up my scrap booking stuff from the night before that was all around the living room so my house did not look so messy with people coming over. Robbie got here and told me to sit down relax, put a prayer shawl over my shoulders and prayed with me.
After a while Samantha, Jay and Robbie left and it was just Mike and I. I called my mom to make sure Callen's girlfriend Rachel knew before I posted anything on Facebook. Then the news really spread. Callen's friend Jamison with in hours posted a video (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb6cxOpQ2Ko&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PLE46BB18B0F0A87E0) . Profile pictures changed to Callen. Another one of his friends started a "In Loving Memory of Callen Fuchs" Group on Facebook. Mike talked back and forth with Brad and got our reservation numbers for flights out of Anchorage that night, stopping in Seattle and getting into Minneapolis on the 15th.
I went back up to just lay in bed and my dad called me back. He wanted to know if they should keep Callen on life support so I could say good bye or not. I decided I that I had a picture of Callen in my head and I did not want to see him hooked up to a ton of tubes. Plus we donated what organs of Callen's we could and the sooner they were removed and transplanted the better.
The rest of the day I really do not remember. I have a memory of calling my parents from the airport before the plane took off. I remember trying to sleep and read in the Seattle Airport. And I remember crying a lot, wondering what everyone else in the airport was flying to.
The morning of the 15th Brad and Carla picked us up at the airport, with Brad being a pilot they were able to meet us right at the gates. We collected our bags and headed to my parents house. Mom and dad were still driving back from Michigan but there were a bunch of people at the house. From there on it was all about being together with family and friends. I was so out of it for the first few days. Being around big groups of people totally put me off and I often retreated into my bedroom to sleep, cry and question why.
Today 2-14-2012 I can't help but miss Callen. I wish he were here with me and Mike to celebrate the upcoming birth of Blueberry. I know he would be an amazing uncle. Losing Callen has made me be thankful for what I have and to try to live each day to it's fullest. He taught me so much with how he lived his life. I wish I had spent more time telling him how much I loved him when he was here.
So call you sibling today and tell them that you love them and how lucky you are that they are in your life.
Happy Callentines Day.