6PM Phone Call

While I was writing my post last night and got the SKYPE call, my heart started racing, I grabbed the phone, shaking, dropped it, tried to open it, FACE ID wouldn’t work, finally typed in the code and had a connection with the Health Department.  I was clearly rattled as my conversations with the health department had ended. 

During this short time of just trying to answer the phone, I started thinking back to my post from April 2011, “4AM Phone Calls are Never Good.”  I hope there will never be another phone call like that one.  Nothing compares.

How Eric survived this accident is beyond me.

Though, there was another call about 12 years ago when Eric called from a stranger’s phone and said, “I’m ok, but I had an accident on the highway. The state troopers, fire, ambulance and life flight are here, and they say I’m lucky to be alive, but I’m ok.”

Well if Life Flight is there, then you’re in good hands!  I won’t worry! GEEZ! (sarcasm)  I sped down the highway,  couldn’t even get pulled over for speeding. Emergency personnel were all at the scene of the accident as I noticed when I arrived.


Ok, Just answer the SKYPE call. Say something. You know it’s not the kids.  The Health Department wouldn’t be calling about the kids.


Hello had a BIG QUESTION MARK at the end. I was finished with my quarantine.  I had no symptoms. Why were they calling?

Was somebody symptomatic whom I had been near?

Was someone ill on the plane ?

All these questions and thoughts swirling around in my head for what seemed like forever, but in reality, was only a few seconds.

The health official was just calling to tell me they were going to be in the area for dinner and asked if I wanted them to bring my official, signed “You’ve completed quarantine and you’re free” paper to my home, rather than mailing it!  


I laid back on the couch with a sigh of relief.

I’m still good to go, physically.  

Leaving my house, when I do choose to do so, I kind of see like taking a first, backward step off a mountain with my repelling gear. That first step is the hardest, but after that it is an amazing experience, soaring to the next landing as you push yourself away from the wall with your feet. I need to push myself away from the front door and out into the sunshine today.

I will carry my “release” paper with me for a while, especially if I need to go to the doctor or dentist while I am here. I hope I won’t have to as I don’t have insurance while in America.  I would have to go travel to another country for medical treatment for anything to be covered.  But then there is the risk for infection again and so the story repeats. 

Thank you everyone!  I’m going to get ready for the day and go sit in the sunshine in my magic chair!

I love you all!

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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