Third Letter to my Son, battling Covid-19
By Valerie J Laidlaw
November 30, 2020
After the video chat with you last night, where your wife, siblings, daughters, nephews, my husband and I all reached out to visit, I just sat under the full moon. I stayed within the quiet calmness of the night thinking of you and your family.
Today is the last day of November in a most unusual, difficult year. Seeing you last night, my thoughts hugged you closely into my heart. It is comforting to know you are being well cared for. Rest for now, so when you regain your strength you can heal fully and enjoy all of the blessings in your life!
As you explained your possible treatment plan while facing Covid-19, you examined it all from a scientific mind.
Your mind works like a “Champion Chess” player, examining in your mind several steps ahead to achieve the best outcome. You knew the interactions, side effects, desired and undesired effects of the medications you needed, plus, the timing of implementing the ventilator should you need to move forward towards that step. You knew that the medical and scientific world was advancing and achieving better results now vs. last March.
Even though you used masks, distanced yourself, washed your hands, worked to help others, you were infected with the virus. Having chronic asthma, you knew this could be a major fight for your life. You are a fighter, and I know you will not accept the option to give up.
Here’s the story. Sometimes, you did not always avoid making wrong choices. You knew things could turn dire, yet, somehow you had to see them play out.
Everyone enjoys “The Christmas Story” Movie. The boy is warned about bb guns and eyes, and another boy freezes his tongue to a cold, metal pole. The movie has a hidden meaning to you and me, Kyle.
So, about bb guns! One of your grandmother’s brothers shot her in the behind, and my brothers and I went out to the vacant slough area to practice shooting targets.
Well, unbeknownst to me, you had an uncle at the lake who had a bb gun. You secretly snuck this gun into a hiding place near the back basement stairs in our house by Lindenwood Park. A neighbor boy, with much less common sense, acquired the loaded object of this story.
A man gets into his pickup and starts to drive down a nearby alley, just as the neighbor boy shoots the bb gun towards the truck. No living being was harmed, however, both boys had to face a detective and a judge. The understanding detective happened to be the father of my oldest brother’s friend. The judge firmly talked to the boys about how even a slingshot is illegal within the Fargo city limits, (I thought of “Dennis, the Menace”), and explained the possibilities of how the man could’ve been permanently injured. She closed with her statement, “It is my hope that should you boys ever decide to act like this, that you will have a “light-bulb” moment, and make a better choice!”
I think it stuck.
Sure, you still had to play out those adolescent years of experimentation, eventually finding the right and better path of your future!
I’ve probably made many “wrong” turns, and ultimately hope that I’m also on the “right” path, yet, I always felt loved by you.
I am always proud of you, my firstborn, Kyle!
I will always believe in you, and unconditionally love you, Kyle!