His Darkest Hour

It was going to be a fantastic day!

Davey and Kristen were expecting their first child – a son.  I will never forget Davey’s text early in the morning saying they were going to the hospital.  It was two weeks early but it was going to happen today!  I had wanted to be a grandmother for a long time and now it was happening!

I checked in with him several times that morning to hear the progress.  I was kidding myself that I could actually get any work done so, when Davey texted me asking me to pick up a newborn ASU outfit, I was ready to leave.  I  weaved my way through the city, stopping at a couple of stores until I found what I was looking for.  I received a call from Davey while I was in line to pay for the ASU onesie.

“Mom, I can’t talk.  The doctor is going to do an emergency C-section in just a minute.  Things aren’t going well.  Start praying.”

And he hung up.

My heart flipped over and I prayed all the way to hospital.  I ran into the hospital and found Davey already in the nursery with Micah.

His tiny, new son was holding onto one of Davey’s trembling fingers.  He told me they were still working with Kristen in recovery but everything was going to be alright.  I was shocked when I looked into Davey’s eyes and saw them filled with raw, unfiltered fear.

It was very evident that he had just been through hell and back.  Everyone was fine.  But Davey would never be the same.

Later, he journalled some of his thoughts and emotions during that terrifying time in the delivery room and he shared them with some of us.  The very real possibility of losing both his wife and his son at the same time shook him to the core of who he was.baptisms-014

As a Police Officer, he regularly faced the possibility of something happening to him personnally.  He recognized and accepted the danger.  But he had never come face to face with the imminent possibility of losing the two most important people in his life.

Whenever something earth-shaking like this happens in our lives, we are changed.  And we have a choice in that change.  We decide how we’re going to respond.

Davey responded by opening up his heart even more to the people around him.  His understanding of how short our time is here on earth was in sharp focus.  He experienced the reality that the people he loved the most could be gone in an instant.

So he chose to love.  He chose to speak his love and show his love more often to people.  This included people he didn’t know – yet.

You might be one of those people who he reached out to in love and drew you into his circle of fun and friendship.  I’d really love to hear your stories.

A tragedy took Davey away from us last year.

And the question remains for each one of us – how am I choosing to respond?

Am I becoming more loving?  More accepting?

How would the people in my life describe my response?

It’s extremely important for all of us to figure this out.  Because it’s not a matter of ‘if’ something bad is going to happen to us again.  It’s only a matter of ‘when’.

That’s reality.

We all have more than just one dark hour and – each time- we get a chance to choose our response.

Davey chose to love.




4 responses to “His Darkest Hour”

  1. Very moving…please keep sharing your thoughts with us.
    Will you please call me when you get a chance???


    1. Thanks, Chris. I thought of you when I wrote this because I know you have stories to share. I will give you a call. Love you!


  2. I got to the end reading and shivers were on my neck and spine, like when they play the Star Spangled Banner . . . thank you again Judy . . . for writing about what is most important. You and Davey are intertwined. Love, Anne


    1. Thank you for your encouragement, Anne. Love you!💙💙


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