Please Help The Kernan Family
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Please help the Kernan Family with funds to keep their home!!! Due to the devastating car accident that occurred involving Phil and Korey, the family has suffered not only physically but financially as well. They desperately need funds to save their home. They also need funds for everyday costs while they are both recuperating.
Please help this loving family get back on their feet, to be able to stay in their home, and to heal!
Funds will go directly to Krystal Kernan who is handling the families responsibilities at this time.
Words from Krystal:
"They say it comes in Threes".....Boy, have we been misinterpreting this old adage! For our family, it certainly has been the number three...but three full YEARS of tribulations. Our hearts are still here, but they are heavy, they are tired, and for the only time I can ever remember, they are asking for help instead of giving it.
For those of you who know our family, you know already that our symbolism of "Threes" began in August 2015, when our Kernan world ceased to exist they way we had forever known it....Momma stepped into her light. As a whole, we are the furthest from self- involved, so we certainly know we were not the first souls, nor could ever be the last, who's Wife, Mother and Gigi transcended far too soon. Nevertheless, this rocked our world...and not the way The Rolling Stones intended it. We grieved, we carried each other, and we LOVED. Momma's way...Love, Love, Love.
Then January of 2016 rolled around. On the 20th of this month (the day before Mom's first birthday in the Heavens), Dad's house...the home he built with Mom (and that he built with his own two hands, I might add), the home that all three of us Kernan kids (and ALL of our friends) had the most awesome childhood growing up in....burnt down. A fluke fire began in the chimney, spreading through the basement, living room and continued through the upstairs.
By the Grace of whatever Higher Power you believe in...EVERYONE was safe!
Fast forward to two (Yes, TWO) years later, and Dad's home was rebuilt. (Worst. Contracting. Company. EVER...but that's another story). In this time, not only was Dad, Korey and Kaylee displaced for so very long, we also lost Mom's Mom...aka Gram...and Mom's brother, George...who, for the last year of his life, was cared for solely by Dad.
Much more over the last three years, but that's just the most jarring of accounts. Then we come to August 2018.....end of the Summer; Kane's birthday; as typical a morning as could be....until THAT moment. That moment that shook us all again, not knowing what would become.
Dad and Korey were involved in an accident with an 18 wheeler. Physically, Dad sustained broken ribs and a fractured knee. When he came to, he realized that his child, (although an adult...still his child), was not in the passenger seat. We still do not know how Dad got out of the vehicle...(MIRACLES)... but somehow he did, and he searched and found his kid. Korey's door was buckled from the impact, ejecting him from the truck. This landed him under the 18 wheeler, which then drug him about 100 feet further. His arm was pinned under the massive truck's wheel.
I cannot tell you what thoughts were in my Father's mind (mostly because I cannot let myself even imagine those thoughts as a parent, let alone as a sister) but I know those thoughts, those images... haunt him every time he blinks...
Korey and Dad were flown to Shock Trauma. Dad's injuries allowed for him to remain awake and coherent, and we were able to take him home the next morning to care for him. It was not easy to get him to leave his son in Shock Trauma (this is the most understated sentence EVER, by the way.)
Korey's injuries were a different story. He was in a coma for 4 and 1/2 days. I was bedside with him, and although those days blurred together, every moment plays back like a slo-mo movie reel, to no avail sometimes. Dad physically could not be there with Korey every minute, because broken ribs and a fractured knee keep you pretty immobile...but that Kernan stubbornness though, he was hell on wheels when the crutches could come into play!
Let's jump to Korey waking up (because those 4 days can not be rendered into words from my perspective). Korey had multiple lacerations, stabs, gauges, glass, road and debris embedded from head to toe, and 3 blood transfusions. His right arm was mangled beyond belief...like a shark attack (only thing I have ever laid eyes on to even come closed to the imagery). When he finally woke, he had just had his 3rd reconstruction surgery on his arm. They removed muscle from the length of his back to rebuild the meat of the arm, and graphed his legs to regrow skin on almost the entire surface. 2 more surgeries followed the massive reconstruction. So far, they have been successful. No function yet, but blood is flowing and there is regrowth! Several surgeries are scheduled for the near and far future.
Luck isn't even a word to use here.....Miracle...nothing but a Miracle.
2 more weeks were spent in Shock Trauma, and then he was able to be brought home. We all finally breathed again that day. (My Father though...he has yet to exhale.) Kane became their 24/7 nurse/crutch, shoulder...you name it, and Kane was that for Dad and Korey both. (And he still is, every day).
WARNING: Images are gnarly....
So here we are, almost 3 months later...physical healing is going as well as we can pray for. Some days are tougher then others, but at the end of each day, the reality that they are both still here to walk the earth, makes the bare of it all much lighter to carry.
Now emotional healing...unfortunately, I can not say the same. The damage to his arm has left Korey disabled by all accounts. He is a carpenter by trade, and right handed. As anyone who has ever filed for disability knows, they automatically deny you...several times...before even considering. With Dad having been retired for several years now, and Korey unable to work, there is NO money.
Besides the intensity of the accident and following weeks themselves, Korey being unable to help provide for Dad, himself, and his beautifully sassy 11 year old, Kaylee...has taken it's toll on Korey, on a level inconceivable for anyone who has ever known him and his personality.
And Dad.....Dad, forever our ROCK..... is in a place that crumbles me from the outside looking in. I'm sorry, but I can't even put this part of the story into words for you.
So, here we are....Please help my Father keep his home. Please help the Kernans HEAL...on all levels.
We WILL pay it forward. We WILL share the love. We ARE forever grateful.
LOVE TO YOU ALL
-Krystal
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Please help this loving family get back on their feet, to be able to stay in their home, and to heal!
Funds will go directly to Krystal Kernan who is handling the families responsibilities at this time.
Words from Krystal:
"They say it comes in Threes".....Boy, have we been misinterpreting this old adage! For our family, it certainly has been the number three...but three full YEARS of tribulations. Our hearts are still here, but they are heavy, they are tired, and for the only time I can ever remember, they are asking for help instead of giving it.
For those of you who know our family, you know already that our symbolism of "Threes" began in August 2015, when our Kernan world ceased to exist they way we had forever known it....Momma stepped into her light. As a whole, we are the furthest from self- involved, so we certainly know we were not the first souls, nor could ever be the last, who's Wife, Mother and Gigi transcended far too soon. Nevertheless, this rocked our world...and not the way The Rolling Stones intended it. We grieved, we carried each other, and we LOVED. Momma's way...Love, Love, Love.
Then January of 2016 rolled around. On the 20th of this month (the day before Mom's first birthday in the Heavens), Dad's house...the home he built with Mom (and that he built with his own two hands, I might add), the home that all three of us Kernan kids (and ALL of our friends) had the most awesome childhood growing up in....burnt down. A fluke fire began in the chimney, spreading through the basement, living room and continued through the upstairs.
By the Grace of whatever Higher Power you believe in...EVERYONE was safe!
Fast forward to two (Yes, TWO) years later, and Dad's home was rebuilt. (Worst. Contracting. Company. EVER...but that's another story). In this time, not only was Dad, Korey and Kaylee displaced for so very long, we also lost Mom's Mom...aka Gram...and Mom's brother, George...who, for the last year of his life, was cared for solely by Dad.
Much more over the last three years, but that's just the most jarring of accounts. Then we come to August 2018.....end of the Summer; Kane's birthday; as typical a morning as could be....until THAT moment. That moment that shook us all again, not knowing what would become.
Dad and Korey were involved in an accident with an 18 wheeler. Physically, Dad sustained broken ribs and a fractured knee. When he came to, he realized that his child, (although an adult...still his child), was not in the passenger seat. We still do not know how Dad got out of the vehicle...(MIRACLES)... but somehow he did, and he searched and found his kid. Korey's door was buckled from the impact, ejecting him from the truck. This landed him under the 18 wheeler, which then drug him about 100 feet further. His arm was pinned under the massive truck's wheel.
I cannot tell you what thoughts were in my Father's mind (mostly because I cannot let myself even imagine those thoughts as a parent, let alone as a sister) but I know those thoughts, those images... haunt him every time he blinks...
Korey and Dad were flown to Shock Trauma. Dad's injuries allowed for him to remain awake and coherent, and we were able to take him home the next morning to care for him. It was not easy to get him to leave his son in Shock Trauma (this is the most understated sentence EVER, by the way.)
Korey's injuries were a different story. He was in a coma for 4 and 1/2 days. I was bedside with him, and although those days blurred together, every moment plays back like a slo-mo movie reel, to no avail sometimes. Dad physically could not be there with Korey every minute, because broken ribs and a fractured knee keep you pretty immobile...but that Kernan stubbornness though, he was hell on wheels when the crutches could come into play!
Let's jump to Korey waking up (because those 4 days can not be rendered into words from my perspective). Korey had multiple lacerations, stabs, gauges, glass, road and debris embedded from head to toe, and 3 blood transfusions. His right arm was mangled beyond belief...like a shark attack (only thing I have ever laid eyes on to even come closed to the imagery). When he finally woke, he had just had his 3rd reconstruction surgery on his arm. They removed muscle from the length of his back to rebuild the meat of the arm, and graphed his legs to regrow skin on almost the entire surface. 2 more surgeries followed the massive reconstruction. So far, they have been successful. No function yet, but blood is flowing and there is regrowth! Several surgeries are scheduled for the near and far future.
Luck isn't even a word to use here.....Miracle...nothing but a Miracle.
2 more weeks were spent in Shock Trauma, and then he was able to be brought home. We all finally breathed again that day. (My Father though...he has yet to exhale.) Kane became their 24/7 nurse/crutch, shoulder...you name it, and Kane was that for Dad and Korey both. (And he still is, every day).
WARNING: Images are gnarly....
So here we are, almost 3 months later...physical healing is going as well as we can pray for. Some days are tougher then others, but at the end of each day, the reality that they are both still here to walk the earth, makes the bare of it all much lighter to carry.
Now emotional healing...unfortunately, I can not say the same. The damage to his arm has left Korey disabled by all accounts. He is a carpenter by trade, and right handed. As anyone who has ever filed for disability knows, they automatically deny you...several times...before even considering. With Dad having been retired for several years now, and Korey unable to work, there is NO money.
Besides the intensity of the accident and following weeks themselves, Korey being unable to help provide for Dad, himself, and his beautifully sassy 11 year old, Kaylee...has taken it's toll on Korey, on a level inconceivable for anyone who has ever known him and his personality.
And Dad.....Dad, forever our ROCK..... is in a place that crumbles me from the outside looking in. I'm sorry, but I can't even put this part of the story into words for you.
So, here we are....Please help my Father keep his home. Please help the Kernans HEAL...on all levels.
We WILL pay it forward. We WILL share the love. We ARE forever grateful.
LOVE TO YOU ALL
-Krystal
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Organizer
Krystal Kernan
Organizer
Fallston, MD
