The Day My Son Died

Bodylevive By Bodylevive, 10th Feb 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/31oqym9e/
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The day my son died, a piece of my heart and part of my soul went with him. It was like a dream, not real at all. It was just unbelievable.

Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother

He was an okay child until his last days on earth, I saw a change in him that I've never witnessed before. I really can't explain it other than he became disrespectful with me. In his 47 years, he had never raised his voice at me, I was shocked at his behavior. The very first thing that came to mind was a passage from the bible, Exodus 20:12 Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. (KJV)

He was much like his earth father toward the women he dealt with, including violence. I reminded him all the time that he had two daughters and how would he respond to a man using violence towards them. He replied, "I wouldn't like it." Well, these women are somebody's daughter too. A man should keep his hands to himself unless he is expressing love. I hated that he had violence in his character; talking to him did no good.

Several ladies called me hurt and crying but by the time I got to their place, he would be gone. My question was, "how can you continue to live with a violent man?" They said they didn't know and that was the reply that was the reply I received. There is no way that he inhered that violent behavior from me, violence is not in my DNA. A man should give honor to his woman just as he would honor his father and mother.

Did He Know How Sick He Really Was

I don't believe he knew how sick he was. The very first time that I knew he was in the hospital, it was because he couldn't breath. Apparently he had blockages and stents were put in his aorta artery near the heart. The next time I found out he was in the hospital, he had fluid collecting around the heart and lungs. He then was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He didn't want to stay in the hospital nor did he do what his doctor advised him to do, such as his diet and meds.

I didn't know how sick he was because he never confided in me about his health. This last time he was in the hospital, his sister-in-law called and told me what hospital he was in. When my husband and I arrived, the hospital receptionist stated no one was there by that name and that was because he said no to if you want anyone to know you're in the hospital. After I made a call back to his sister-in-law stating what I was told by the receptionist, his wife came for us. I asked him why did he have his hospital stay set up that way and he said, "he didn't want to worry me. Isn't that what parents do?

The Day of His Death

I received a call from the hospital emergency room inquiring my relationship to him and I told her that he is my son. So, we went to the hospital and was greeted by the nurse who called me. She took us to a consultation room instead of letting me see my son. I knew then that he was dead. Finally a woman came to the room and stated that she was the assistant coroner and that was it! She didn't need to say anything else.

Once I got myself together, she asked me some health questions about him but I couldn't tell her much because I didn't know much since he kept me out of what was going on with his health. After that, she took us to the room where he laid. Even though I saw him, I was still in disbelief. How could this happen? Children are suppose to bury their parents, not the other way around. So I was given his personal things that was on him and the coroner told me where the police said his vehicle was.

Talking To The Police

We went to the police department and the officer that was on the scene was expecting us so he could tell us all he knew. He said there was a witness and he said my son told him that he was hungry and he as going to get something to eat and go home. He stated that afterr my son got into his vehicle and started it up, he noticed unusual movement from his head and called 911 because the vehicle was gone down the road in 2 lanes of traffic. Nothing hit the vehicle nor the vehicle hit anything.

The vehicle rolled up to a telegram post support wire and stopped. By this time the police is on the scene. The officer stated that he opened the door but fell out to the ground. He got him up and asked him composure questions and he responded but passed out. By this time the ambulance was on the scene, put him on a gurney and zapped him with the paddles, there was no response. As they were closing the doors, they zapped him again. He was pronounced dead at 2:30 pm at the hospital.

The Hardest Thing That I Have Ever Had To Do

He had 2 daughters, one grown and one a minor. We went looking for his youngest where they lived. She was standing on the back door steps when we arrived. This was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, to tell this child her daddy wasn't coming home. Naturally she asked why and I had to tell her because your daddy died at 2:30pm today. My God, that child hollered and it was nothing I could do, I felt so helpless!

She's with us and the court awarded custody to me. We're all doing fine fine.

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Death In The Family, Death Of A Child, Death Of Loved One, Deaths

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I am a wife, mother and grand mother. Visit my online store
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author avatar Dotti
18th Apr 2016 (#)

So sorry for your loss.

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