Finding Strength Through Pain In The Movie, Jurassic World

Finding Strength through Pain
My family and I were finally on our way to see the new movie, Jurassic World. We tend to run late, but oh well, I guess we were just skipping previews anyway. I was with my Mom, younger sister Tess, younger brother Derek, and my friend Katie. My older brother Dallin and my Dad had a job in St. George that day so they were going to meet us at the theater. They were hoping to make it before the movie started, but the lights dimmed, and my vision blurred for a moment before the movie begun. “I guess there must be some traffic, they are going to miss the beginning of the movie!” I thought outloud. It was about 20 minutes into the movie and I was too focused on the fascinating animations of dinosaurs to realize Dallin

Why is he apologizing? “Dad… is no longer…. He’s no longer with us. And… and it's all my fault.” he says in quiet sobs of short breath. My heart stopped, everything was silent. In that moment, I felt my life crumble before me. I felt I had no purpose. Different nurses and friends tried to offer comfort but it was useless. I wanted to run out of the hospital that day, and keep running and running until I died too. I was standing still, in that awful hospital that stunk of fresh rubber gloves and rubbing alcohol, yet, I was struggling to breath. I had an instant migraine and I physically, emotionally and spiritually ached over every inch of my body. Our small, broken family surrounded Dallin in a dim, and gloomy hospital room, June 12th, 2015 would go down in history as the day I lost my dad, one of my best friends, and a little bit of myself with him. The next days and weeks drug on. I lost most of my appetite, but I managed to ask a nurse for some orange juice. The juice came in a container that looked like it was supposed to hold baby food, not orange juice. I peeled the seal off waiting for the sweet orange aroma, but it didn’t come. I took a sip and nearly gagged. It tasted like what

Until I cried all the water out of my system, then I was left with these dry sobs, gasping for air. I had countless friends and family send monologue texts, and try to call, but I did not want to talk. Part of me wished everyone would go away and leave me to myself to wallow in my sorrow, grief, and depression. I stayed with dallin his last night in the hospital, neither of us slept much, but we were there for eachother. I would ask if he needed anything, then he would ask if I needed anything. I realized something that night that would change my heart. Dallin should not have survived, the truck rolled causing the cab to crush completely to the hood. My brother is 6’3, he was spared for a reason. I knew that night that i had to take it upon myself to make sure Dallin knew that this was not his fault, he survived that awful accident so he could accomplish some greater purpose. I did not know what that purpose was at the time, but I knew that Dallin’s time on earth was not finished yet. Though my heart was still broken, my soul damaged, and my faith shaken, I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I didn’t lose my brother in that accident as well. Life is different without my dad, it is often hard