Walt. H.
01-14-2005, 12:06 PM
My wife Rita calls me at work last night around 6 o'clock all upset asking me to come home. Her brother Rick was at our house, and the State police had just left informing him that his fianc'ee Jodi was killed in a violent head on auto accident, from massive head and internal organ injuries a few hours earlier. The accident was due to heavy patchy fog conditions yesterday afternoon, the road curved and apparently she didn't see it coming or slow down in time and crossed over the double yellow lines and hit another women head on who was fortunate enough to escaped with minor leg injuries.
Warming air and cold heavy ground snow temperatures was the cause of the fog.
The other part of this dreaded phone call was that I had to take my brother in-law to the hospital so he could view her remains before she was transferred the the M.E.'s office for autopsy required by state law, and there wasn't a dam thing I could do to comfort him.
I felt so inadequate, I have always been his big brother that he has looked up too, to help, fix or give guidance, and there wasn't a thing I could do for him when he fell to pieces when he viewed what she looked like laying lifeless on the hospital bed after the trauma team tried to perform the impossible. She was 39yr's old.
So please just like I mentioned to Scot, V. reguarding his dad's fading condition the other day, " life isn't graded by the quantity of years but by the quality of the years we have".
This is the reason i'm printing this note, is just to say to the familys around us today that they are loved. Because there might not be a chance to say it tomorrow.
God Bless You All,
Walt
Warming air and cold heavy ground snow temperatures was the cause of the fog.
The other part of this dreaded phone call was that I had to take my brother in-law to the hospital so he could view her remains before she was transferred the the M.E.'s office for autopsy required by state law, and there wasn't a dam thing I could do to comfort him.
I felt so inadequate, I have always been his big brother that he has looked up too, to help, fix or give guidance, and there wasn't a thing I could do for him when he fell to pieces when he viewed what she looked like laying lifeless on the hospital bed after the trauma team tried to perform the impossible. She was 39yr's old.
So please just like I mentioned to Scot, V. reguarding his dad's fading condition the other day, " life isn't graded by the quantity of years but by the quality of the years we have".
This is the reason i'm printing this note, is just to say to the familys around us today that they are loved. Because there might not be a chance to say it tomorrow.
God Bless You All,
Walt