The whole day is just a blur now. There are only two things I really vividly remember from that day, and I'd give anything to be able to forget them. The first thing is that I was so certain that he would be ok, I kept telling myself God wouldn't take him from you, or from the kids. When the EMT (who was coincidentally Kory's best friend's sister) came to tell me that there was nothing more they could do, all she could get out was "I'm so sorry Courtney," but what I was waiting to hear is "He's stable now." It caught me completely off-guard and all I could think about was how could God do this, why would he let this happen. The second thing is the look on Paisley's face when we told her. Paisley was at school but school was letting out soon so my grandmother went pick her up. She got out of the car and had the biggest smile on her face because it was such a treat that Mumsey had just picked her up and a lot of our friends and family were there. I couldn't bring myself to tell her so knelt down beside her and my mom told her that her daddy went to be with Jesus in heaven. The look on her face is the thing I will never forget, the smile just melted away and you could see confusion, fear, panic, and sadness all over her face.