Kevin Joel Warren
Born September 15, 1980 - Heaven Bound June 20,2002
Kevin was born on September 15, 1980. He is my middle child and the one that made me the most exasperated. I wrote in his eulogy that even though I loved all of my children equally, we were the closest as he always needed me the most.
His childhood was pretty usual. He excelled at baseball and hockey, was a great left winger and went to a high school that specialized in the Arts, as my Kev was also a gifted musician. When he played his guitar downstairs, I didn’t know if it was him or his CDs playing. We used to call him “The noise”. He never did anything quietly. It is really quiet around here these days.
He was a loving caring young man—never stingy with the hugs or kisses. I really miss him.
There is a lot that I could write about his life story, I don’t have space for it all. I could never convey what a great person he was, how we all felt about him, there are not enough words. I will tell you about how he died.
On Monday, June 17th, Kevin left work with a backache, I took him to the clinic where the Dr. on call prescribed some pain killers and muscle relaxers
On June 19th 2002, I came home from work. Kevin was vomiting. It was about 5 P.M.
I called a special number for medical info. here in Canada. The nurse on the line spoke with Kevin and I both, and asked me to take him to the Dr. or clinic. In retrospect, I wish I had asked her what she had suspected.
I took him to the ER
When we got there, we waited 3
hours until the Dr. came in. Kev was running a temp of 104 F, he was
vomiting, had a sore back, a headache and couldn't tolerate the light. He
made me turn off the overhead light. The nurses gave him Tylenol. His temp
went down a couple of degrees. He was so sick. He just wanted to go home. He
wanted a drink of blue Gatorade. At last the Dr. came in. He checked him out
and told us that there were about 6 young people in
A couple hours later, at about 5:30 A.M., Kevin came to my bedroom door. He was covered with what I can explain as, broken blood vessels under his skin. They were purple and it seemed multiplying before my eyes. I called 911. They put me on hold. I hung up and called 3 times. They took 15 minutes to get to my house. My husband was standing out on the corner in his underwear, waiting for them.
They worked on him for awhile- started an IV. We left for the hospital with me riding in the front of the ambulance. The driver was unfamiliar with our area and didn’t know the way to the hospital.
They told me he was having an allergic reaction to something. They left me pacing in the hall. I saw two nurses stop and open the door where they were working on him. They were both wide eyed, one with her hand over her mouth. I knew it wasn’t good.
Another one came out and
told me that I should speak to him as they were going to intabate him. There
were about 15 people working on him at this point.
They ushered me to another
room and where Kevin’s dad, his wife, my husband and Kevin’s brother Aaron
and his best friend Darryn were waiting, they put us in the “Quiet Room”. I
knew right then that it was all over.
As I am writing this, it is three years, one month, two weeks and one day ago that we lost our precious Kevin. It is still a struggle to get through the days and nights. I am not sure how we are doing it.
by Garth Brooks
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