Day Three, Sun Still Down

Day Three:
Much has happened since the last post. Jackson surprised us as he moved, and still moves, his hands and feet. In a few attempts, his patience falls a bit short, and he even tries to remove his breathing tube on his own, grasping the silicone straw and shaking it. He has responded to some gestures the nurses made to him, such as lightly flicking his fingers and head movement. When some friends of his were contemplating plans out loud of movies, parties, games, and girls...his blood pressure spiked, especially when he heard about Batman The Dark Night Rises! We laughed, but then the nurses insisted that we leave so that his brain stimulation decreases and the healing can take effect sooner.

Right Now:
We are still unsure of the time frame in which he will exit his current state. He can hear us. He listens to us greeting him and his music. It is as if he is trapped and wants to express himself, but his eyes stay shut. We pray that he will improve. He is still on the ventilator and struggles to follow commands. He is currently running a fever, and has finished an EEG test, which measures voltage fluctuations resulting from ionic current flows within the neurons of the brain. We wait for the results.


His No. 1 FAN:
My mother has stayed by his side through it all. She never went home. Her natural nurturing spirit rings true at his bedside as she longingly waits for her beautiful baby boy to wake up. She sleeps on an air mattress in the family lounge outside of his room. Does she sleep on it? Not as much as she should, but her unmatched love and loyalty for Jackson is impressive. There is a table full of goodies and snacks just for her over by her mattress, although her children help her eat them. :) She is hanging strong during these most delicate hours of long-suffering and excruciating suspense. She needs your prayers as much as Jackson does.

To All of You:
The help you render is nothing less than wonderful, awesome, and it truly leaves us speechless. Our phones have transformed into, what appears, to be children's play toys from the light up screen blinking incessantly accompanied with vibrations...this is due to an outpouring of love only the Savior could supply in that lonely garden long ago. Texts, calls, and all messages are flooding our phones; digital love letters and warm regards for our family have lessened the weight of sorrow. We have flowers, cookies, pizzas, salads, food, house cleanings, paper route help, and a constant line of family and friends in the family lounge waiting to witness the beautiful face of a fallen member of the family, but also to comfort his heart broken mother. The succor is unending, such as the atonement, or sacrifice of our dear Savior Jesus Christ. Did he not feel what we feel? Is he as heart broken as my mother is at this time? Absolutely, and where do we draw comfort?  9 Yea, and are ^awilling to mourn with those that ^bmourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as^cwitnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the ^dfirst resurrection, that ye may have eternal life—  Mosiah 18: 9



 Hope is most possible when love precedes it.


We are never short on hope...it is a prerequisite of faith. Faith involves action, as to hope involves desire. We are fasting this Sunday for our beloved brother, son, cousin, nephew, friend, and fellow priest quorum member Jackson in hopes to understand the will of the Lord and restore his life.

Please comment below with any spiritually inspired remark. Stories, scriptures, experiences, favorite songs, movies, and all other memories of him are appreciated...please share.