It’s the perfect meaning for my wife’s name. Amy personifies BELOVED. And she is.
The combination of incredible doctors, nurses, drugs, machines, timing, and her young age hit the jackpot. For one week machines drove her lungs and pumped her heart and none of us knew how strong she would recover or if she would recover. Today, 24 hours after waking from that medical coma, Amy smiled today and said “Take me home.” To prove she was almost ready, she did her early morning speech therapy, late morning neurology tests, noon-time MRI and afternoon physical therapy. She got “A.s” on all tests. She got out of bed, took a few dozen steps and smiled at the world again. By the end of today, the catheter came out, the oxygen was removed, and she even had her first light meal in eight days. Honestly, she looks great.
Amy means beloved and she is. I can’t believe that a little gal that grew up and never moved out of Bakersfield could affect so many people in so many places. I can’t begin to name all the cities where today they are celebrating Amy’s remarkable recovery. Let me try:
There are some happy people tonight in Medford Oregon, Longwood Florida, and Lewisville, Pennsylvania. There’s a happy fellow in New Zealand. Folks are celebrating in Lafayette, Linden, New Richmond, Shadeland, Dayton, Demotte and Bloomington, Indiana. California Amy lovers in Newport Beach, Costa Mesa, Huntington Beach, San Diego, Clermont, Pomona, Los Angeles, El Cajon, Fresno, Paso Robles, Morro Bay, Eureka, Tulare, Sacramento, Ceres, San Francisco, San Mateo, and of course Bakersfield are cheering. There’s a happy gal on the Big Island in Hawaii. Another happy couple are celebrating at their mountain cabin in Montana. There are happy friends in Las Vegas and Denver,
These are just the people I’ve heard from this week hoping and praying for Amy, the beloved. This does not include the thousands of music students whose lives she touched and the thousands of folks whose ears have been pleased by her music.
So Amy has some weeks ahead of gaining strength back and then returning to the career she loves.
Amy asked me to thank all of you who called, prayed, worried, and hung in there for this rather long week.
A few weeks ago, Amy and I attended a funeral here in town that tore at our hearts. It seemed such a short time ago we had watched this wonderful couple commit their love in a ceremony outdoors on a beautiful sunny afternoon. This beautiful 47 year old woman was stricken with a fatal heart attack at a time when the two of them were riding a beautiful wave of love and friendship. Amy and I talked about that for days on end and couldn’t imagine that kind of pain so early in a marriage.
I’m sure we both think that I’m supposed to die the earliest. I’m very OK with dying; I have no fear or trepidations. The fact is I’m 16 years older than Amy and the math don’t lie. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be married to Amy, the beloved. I’m glad I didn’t start dating her when I was in college because I’d still be in prison. I met her at the best possible time and place in my life; when I had finally grown up. It takes some of us longer than others. When the possibility of losing her entered my mind this past week, I knew I didn’t really deserve her anyway. I just knew it wasn’t her time. That’s because she’s Amy, the beloved.