If you live in this area you are familiar with the
news story of 3 men who worked in the outpatient pharmacy at Long Beach Memorial Medical Center who were killed, one was the shooter that took his own life just outside of the hospital. This is where Reid was born and where we've had both his heart surgeries. Toby and I read the news online just after it was first announced and my mind went right away to two men that I have seen every month for the last 27 months since Reid's birth, as that is where I pick up his prescriptions. They said the shooter was named Mario and I told Toby I thought I knew who he was, I told him Mario had called and left a message here at the home about a prescription I had faxed in. I listened to my old messages to see if I still had that one saved, and it was no longer there...but still I could not get the image out of my head of the man I have seen so many times that I was sure was named Mario...who had joked with me, always gave me extra supplies of droppers, and chit chatted about the weather with, he even scolded me once for not wearing a jacket on a really cold night....actually it was that night that after picking up yet another prescription that I wrote this post
"If Hospital Walls Could Speak". But, as the day went on and the news kept coming in it sounded like those that had been killed were from a different pharmacy outside of the hospital, I guessed I was wrong and was thankful because I could not imagine the one I pictured as "Mario" to actually be the killer, he was too kind, too friendly and jovial. But, sadly today I read the
latest news and saw a picture of the victims and the shooter...and I am so sad to say two of these men are who my mind first went to when I heard the story. It makes no sense, I was just up there last week and saw both, Mr. Mario Ramirez and Mr. Hugo Bustamante, I had not met the other gentleman. I am still in such disbelief and my heart goes out to all the families. This is just so, so sad.
It is so hot tonight that I looked for some cool pj's for Reid...cool as in "not hot" and found his scrubs that sweet Zoey and her family gifted Reid when we visited her in the hospital. I decided the light material would work for his jammies tonight...and well you can see he decided he would "ham it up" a bit once Luke brought him his Dr. bag to finish off the outfit. Oh and this hair of his... a little unruly and way past due for a haircut but boy do I dread the screams and tantrums haircuts illicit from this second son of mine...thus the new surfer hairdo he has been sporting lately by default, but I think a little trim at least is in order for this "doctor in training".
