My name is Anne Jameson, I am 43 years old, and I would like to talk about my son John who died on January 12, 1981. He was 7 years old and in the first grade. I had just arrived home with our other son, David 3 years old, when the school bus pulled in the circle of our home.
Next I heard a knock at the door and thought it was John. There were 3 or 4 young girls there to tell me that John had been hit by the bus. Not wanting to waste anytime I went out into the cold without shoes or a coat. When I walked around the bus there was John on the ground at the back. I knew it was bad. I asked the girls to watch David in the house while I went to kneel beside John. Soon a policeman that lived on our street came and looked at John and told me he was dead. With the help of wonderful neighbors, I was able to survive those first horrible minutes until my husband , Mike came home. We are both from large families and that helped a lot, but we died that day, along with all of our hopes and dreams. I did not think that I would ever live again. But one day I realized that I had two choices, to exist or to live. I like to think that I have chosen to live. In 1985 we had a beautiful daughter, Elizabeth. David is 18 now and ready to graduate from high school and to attend college in the fall. He is a wonderful child and has a lot of promise.
We enjoy Elizabeth. She teaches us something new every day. We will always grieve over John. There is not a day that goes by that I don't weep for him. But I do want to let other people who are going through the death of a child that there is hope. Thank you for letting me "talk". I think this is great .
You can send email to Anne at [email protected]