Several years ago I met a family who changed my life. At the time, I had no idea the impact they would have on me, or how much they would mean to me. It was a very fortunate twist of fate that this family came in to my life. I would even go as far as to say that it was initially under poor circumstances that they became so important to me. The family's name is Keys, they are native Indianapolis South-siders with a strong family bond - even though many of them claim they do not realize just how strong they are. The patriarch of the family was the late, and great Doc Goodall Keys, a "jack of all trades" kind of man, a United States Marine Raiders veteran with a good heart and a great left hook. Doc married a woman named Stella, and together, they raised 6 children; Randy, Camille, Pam, Debbie, Doc Jr., and Stacy. Everyone knows parents aren't supposed to have favorites, but maybe when you have 6 children, these things just happen. It's been said that Doc Jr. was perhaps the closest to his father. He worked side-by-side with him in their family business and had more admiration for the man than anyone would believe. Eventually, Doc Jr. married Glenna Emberton, (now Keys). Doc and Glenna bore two children of their own, one of them happens to be the love of my life, Doc Christopher Keys, who has changed my world in more ways then I could ever explain to him or anyone else for that matter. Doc is their youngest child, and their first is Morgan Emberton Keys.
The background that I just gave you on the Keys family is necessary because I want to acknowledge just a few of the family members who have become such a huge support system for Doc Jr., Glenna & Doc during this horrific nightmare of a week. The circumstances are actually quite unimportant, because at this point in the traumatic experience - it really doesn't matter how it happened. Morgan, adored daughter of Doc & Glenna and beloved sister to Doc Christopher is currently in the ICU at a West Indianapolis hospital and is on life-support, fighting like mad for her life. Morgan is 30 years old, 31 in September and as of today, cannot breathe on her own. She can't move an inch of her body on command, she can't see us, she can't respond to any sensory efforts whatsoever. Morgan is in such a state, that we don't even know if she can hear us when we talk to her, detect the warmth of our hands holding hers, or feel our tear drops falling onto her skin as we hover over her - begging her to come back to us.
Morgan has two daughters; Zoe (8) and Emma (11) who need her here, just as any girl needs her mother. She also has 4 nephews which belong to Doc and myself, who are relying on her to be there to be their "Auntie Mo" for now and for always.
Morgan is so loved by so many people that the support given to the family by extended members of it, as well as friends has been overwhelming. I challenge anyone who reads this post to please pray for Morgan. Pray that God gives her back to us all, and that she's returned in such a state that we at least have her mind. Morgan is a fighter. If someone would make it through all of this, it would most certainly be her. We need prayers from everyone for this beautiful life, and for the family who will be left without a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a mother, a cousin, a partner and a friend.
Pray for the Keys' Family, and most importantly...Pray for Morgan.
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