My Walk in June
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I remember asking for socks because my feet were freezing and waiting for Mark to come through the doors to get us. I got the socks, but Mark never came. I would hear doors open out by the nurse’s station and I would hear men’s' voices. Every time I was sure it was Mark coming. It never was. I would ask for assistance to the bathroom. They gave me crutches because I could not walk. They walked with me to the bathroom. I would ask several times if they heard or knew anything about was going on with my husband. They never knew anything because they told me they had no connection out there. (to the campground) I remember telling them that if they do hear anything to please let me know because I can't help but to think the worse. They said they would, but they never did. Zane continued to sleep, and I continued to just lay there wondering where the hell is Mark? This is not right. He would be here. So again, I thought that he must have just gotten a lot more hurt than me. His injuries must require treatment that they can't do here. But why wouldn't they just tell me that? As I was lying there, I started piecing everything together. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: "I heard him start the car and go get help. He went to get help so he can't be that hurt. But, wait. He never yelled into me and the boys before he left to get help. He would have yelled in to tell us to tell us he's going to get help or ask if we were ok. He never did that. That was weird. And then he never came over to Gretchen's camper to check on us. I saw him through the window though. He would care about seeing me and the boys over getting the camper standing up right. He would have kept the boys instead of them riding in the ambulance with me or he would have ridden with me in the ambulance. He didn't even come see us before they took us away. Gretchen closed that curtain on that window so I couldn't see out. Why would she do that? They put that towel over my head so I wouldn't get wet. Or was it to block my peripheral vision so I couldn't see our camper. That one man made the comment that he didn't know what they were doing with him (Mark). No. Could Mark have been killed? That's just not possible. Could he be dead? No. No way." I prayed at that moment. I remember looking at the clock. It was 4:00 a.m. "Please God don't take him. Don't take Mark but I know you already did." I laid there for two more hours wondering, praying, rethinking, praying, feeling numb, praying. I never did sleep. Mom and Dad walked through my hospital door 2 hours later. It was now 6:00 in the morning.
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June 6, 2010, is the day Shannon’s life was rocked to its core and changed forever. Following the unexpected, tragic death of her husband, she struggled with not only grief but also panic attacks and difficulty moving forward. Enduring anger, pain, and confusion, she eventually found her way back to God.
My Walk in June is the true story of one woman’s journey through tragedy. In the middle of debilitating pain, God revealed Himself to Shannon. He taught her how he uses the most terrible of circumstances to create a beautiful life of great faith, peace, and understanding.
Having real faith does not mean constant happiness in this life. Christians suffer the same horrible losses as anyone else. For Shannon, doubting, questioning, and even falling away from God was just as much a part of her faith as worshiping and believing in His purpose. For anyone suffering the loss of a loved one, follow the path of a broken woman who endured.
About the Author
Shannon Savage lives in Medina, Ohio, with her two sons. She received a bachelor’s degree in education from Heidelberg College and a master’s as a reading specialist from Baldwin-Wallace College. Shannon taught first grade and Title 1 reading for fifteen years in the Brunswick City School District in Ohio before she resigned to take care of her boys.