I stand amid the roar Of a surf tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! Yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep, while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?
O God can I not save One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream
(Edgar Allan Poe)
This was one of Amy’s favorite poems. She was a 22-year-old college kid that was enjoying the university experience for the first time. Being away from home: the freedom, the fun, but not necessarily the studying. Amy was our youngest daughter, 5 years younger than her sister and 7 years younger than her brother. Growing up she absolutely adored her big brother; anything he said or did was gospel. They were very close. She became closer to her sister as she followed her to Colorado State to go to college where her sister became her advisor and friend at school. Amy was our last hurrah as children go, she was our last and because of the age difference she may have been treated a little differently than the older kids, (at least that’s what they claim). Her brother and sister played soccer so of course Amy had to as well. She started playing when she was 4 and she quit playing when she was 16. During that time she only had one soccer coach, which was I, her dad. That may give you some insight to how close we are. She was and is Daddy’s little girl to this day.
In High School as well as college Amy loved anything Asian, she took two years of Japanese & got to go to Japan with her best friend & Mom for two weeks. She loved it. I also believe that’s where she developed her love for travel. During her second year in college, one of her roommates received a study abroad to Australia (Brisbane). Amy’s school was out & her roommate invited her to come on down, she went for two weeks. Upon her return I asked her where the money come from. She had used her tuition money I had given her. I was not a happy dad but now I’m so glad she went.
She worked part time while going to school and at work is where she met Dillon. Now my daughter had boy friends in high school but they were more like buddies, not Dillon. He was her first real love and trying to be responsible she went to the County Health Dept. to get birth control. They gave her the NuvaRing, told her how to use it, never told her about any side effects nor did they ask her about her health. They handed it out like candy.
When she called us to complain about not feeling good and said she was having some trouble breathing, we told her to go to the doctor which she promised to do. She thought she was coming down with the flu. At 10:30 a.m. on Nov. 18th she texted to a friend that she was going to the hospital to find out what was wrong with her. The time of her death was put at 11:00 a.m., as she never made it out of bed. Her boyfriend was in the next room studying and didn’t hear a thing.
After using NuvaRing for 6 months she was dead from a massive PE, I know was caused from NuvaRing. On that day I lost my baby, the world lost a loving, caring girl who was becoming a beautiful young woman.