Daredeth, you will be so missed…

I thought today was going to be a pretty easy-going day.  Hannah had her Cerezyme treatment downtown, and it went uneventfully and on time.  For the first time ever, Hannah stayed awake during the entire 2-hour-plus infusion.  Abigail went to work with Daddy for an hour or so, and she thought it was the best time of her life. 

Then, I got home and heard some horrible news.  One of our pediatrician’s nurses, one of our favorite nurses, Daredeth, was killed in a car accident this past weekend.  My heart sank when I heard the news, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind all afternoon and evening.

We knew her before Hannah was born, but we really didn’t connect with her until Hannah.  Probably because we went from seeing the pediatrician once every few months to seeing him a few times a month for the past year because of Hannah.  She LOVED Hannah.  Every time we had a morning appointment (which was most often), she would make sure she got to give Hannah a hug (she didn’t hug in the afternoon because she felt she was exposed to too many illnesses by then).  She was the one that always helped Dr. B. set up appointments for procedures, get all the kids their meds, and the one who went out of her way to make sure we got whatever we needed. 

She was a wonderful, wonderful woman.  I just talked to her less than a week ago too.   I just can’t believe she is gone. 

Our pediatrician’s office is so tight-knit, they are like a family.  I can’t imagine what they are going through.  I keep thinking about Dr. B., Daredeth was his right arm.  My heart is just breaking for all of them.

If they open the funeral to the public, I want to go if we can.   I just feel like I need to give her the “thanks for truly caring about my kids” that I never really gave her in person.  You know, you say “thank you” while yo uare with them, but it is never a truly deep “thank you.”  I don’t know if that makes any sense or not.