April 19th 2009 3:56pm

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This is the time my sister called me yesterday. She called me with bad news. Tragic and sad news. First I will start a story. When I was about fourteen or fifteen my family started going to this church down the road. My sister and I became good friends with this girl named Mary. Even though we stopped going to that church through the years we remained friends. She dated my brother at one point. Then at sixteen i hooked her up with a guy down the road from us. At first she didn't like him but a few weeks later she was pregnant by mistake. Then I was pregnant. We were close during the pregnancies. We went swimming together. I went to her baby shower. She couldn't go to mine because she had her baby by then. I went to the hospital and heard her painful screams as she brought her first son into this world. I looked in the nursury after he was born. I changed his diaper when he was only a week old. My son and her son were play mates. She just had her second son back in january. But yesterday the news was shocking. My sister called me up to tell me her son drowned in his swimming pool. They were eating dinner and he knows how to open doors. He snuck out the door. By the time they realized he was gone it was to late. They performed CPR. He choked up water. EMT's rushed him to the hospital but something went wrong and he was pronounced dead. My sister, mother and i went over there at around 6pm. There was alot of crying. Men burning the swimming pool down. Praying. At 6:30 the hospital called Mary and asked if her son's organs could be donated. She said yes. It was the right choice but seems so hard even though it wasn't my choice. I was up half the night unable to sleep with that on my mind. This morning we got called. A two year old who lives near us recieved her sons eyes. The two year old was born blind and now he would have a chance to see. We haven't heard if his other organs were used. Its just hard right now.