Dear Friends,
I thank you all for your kind thoughts and prayers. I have often thought that all of my daughters have been given love and care as is within our means. I am very confused, when I think upon how much, my mother, my sister and I have had so little, growing up, and how many children today have so much more. I find it difficult to come to terms with why this depression is so prevelant in our society, and in my child. The pain is so great, but I must find solice in even the smallest ways.
There is, if one can consider the context of all of this, one humorous part. When one of the paramedics arrived to take care of my daughter, and take us both to the hospital, his name happened to be J. Lombardo. He was not a relation, but it was very strange to find a Lombardo, tending a Lombardo. When we arrived at the hospital, there were a number of ambulance crews, there to bring their patients to the hospital. One friendly fellow, also a paramedic, and evidently a friend of J. Lombardo, said, "Hey, it's Lombardass". I smiled and asked "What did you call him?" He responded, that it was a friendly nickname for J. I told him, jokingly, that he better watch it, because now there was 3 of us.
I witnessed him later, telling one of his colleages (sp?), that "I really stepped in it, refering to J as Lombardass, not knowing there were 3 of them". It even put a smile on Melina's face.
A brave face, is all I have at the moment, but I think I reached Melina, when I broke down after telling her she would have to stay at the hospital in order to be well and safe when she comes home.
I winessed, this evening, another young lady, with a similar problem, pleading with her mother to take her home, just as Melina was pleading with me for the same. I know I have to be strong for her and the rest of my family, even though It pains me, beyond measure to know she is not here with me.