Daniel, more affectionately known as Boono, was the youngest of three. It was a hot July day, the kids were at their dad's for summer vacation, I was going on a float trip with some friends. We got to the river around 11:30 a.m. We were stopped by a police officer who had an emergency message for me. When I got into the car he started dialing a number that was familiar, my husband's work number. My mind started racing, my hands got all sweaty, and my heart started pounding. I just knew something was wrong with my husband, my kids being hurt never entered my mind. I got on the cell phone to hear the secretary's voice tell me to get to the hospital in my home town, my son had been in an accident. The 45 minute drive was the longest I had ever taken.
We arrived at the hospital to find my husband and father-in-law waiting outside the E.R. doors waiting for me. I knew by the look on their faces that my baby was gone. I demanded to see him, so I would be able to believe it. I still can't believe it.
I found out later that my oldest son and him were racing on their bikes.
Boono had finally beat his brother. In the midst of his joy, looking back at his brother yelling "I WON" with a big smile on his face, he went into the rode. A truck was coming down the highway and didn't see him in time to do anything.
This is the worst experience of my life. I would like to pen pal others. If any one is interested they can e-mail me at [email protected]
Jenny
