Lindsay DeBaere|Jun 12, 2020
It was a pleasure to meet you while we were all camped out at Grady Hospital, in shock, and worried about our sons’ futures. Your friendship during that time was one of the gifts God provided in that storm. Your love, hugs, shared meals, and even the simple conversations got me thru that dark time. I was alone, much of Ray’s time since Grady Burn Unit. We lived 100-miles north of Atlanta, and though my Mom and Ray’s sisters drive down every day to visit for a couple of hours, which means every time the doctors shared an update on Ray’s progress or whenever he went into the operating room, I was all alone waiting for the next bit of news. Your friendship got me thru those really tough times. I’m happy that both of our son’s are survivors and thriving after all that they went thru. One day, we should get together with Pat, his parents & brother, y’all and Brendan& Bethany, and Ray, me and his brother & sisters (and my new husband) and meet somewhere for dinner (once this COVID19 disappears). I never got to speak to Brendan or Pat, as they were both still intubated and sedated when Ray was discharged from Grady. I know Ray is only 13, but I’ve shared with him the story of your boys and he looks up to them as a sort of bib brother/mentor. If y’all decide that we should get together for dinner someday, my cellphone number is 678–936-1586 and you can always reach me thru FB Messenger. Much love, Lindsay