Good morning, friends. I wanted to say thank you so very very much for your thoughts and prayers before I head up to the hospital for the day. Honestly, I felt that I had to be strong for the family yesterday, to keep a level head for others, but last night I just crashed. My sister and I just cried and commisserated late into the night. Its amazing just how fast your life can change.
Again, I am trying to very hard to cling to my faith and God's love and see the brightness that my nephew is alive, is a survivor, and we'll get through this eventually. I've hated the premise of people before: white supremicists, child abusers, wife beaters. But I've never actually felt such deep hatred for someone that I actually know.
Its sad to think that if this were some random act of violence, there would be no rhyme nor reason and I'd have to deal. But thinking how we had welcomed this man into our home, fed him, spent time with him just turns me cold.
M&N....I'm going to look for that book on the Amish tragedy. I feel like I need some personal direction. Aside from getting my nephew out of the hospital and on the way to recovery, we have to work on the feelings of betrayal.
On the other hand, the hospital staff have been so very kind to my family and so has the Binghamton police.
Here's another tip of randomness: if you have an unlisted number, make sure the local police has it at the very least. When they took my nephew to the hospital, he had no ID on him, just his name and they weren't able to find his family. But they did find my number listed. The Binghamton police called my local police, and somehow, the police dispatcher knew my SIL and directed the call to their local police in the other town, who went to the house to inform my SIL of the incident.

Again, many thanks for everything and everyone. I swear I can feel your strength and prayers. Today will be a better day. Everyone have a little laughter and joy in your lives. Life is so precious.