Arlington National Cemetery (my son's final resting place)

As many of you writers have read much of my poetry. I must say thank you for your kind words and sympathy for me when I lost my dear son, Bobby. I miss him so very much, it's been 3 long years, a huge amount of poetry, me fighting sleep and dealing with my manic/depression. Robert (Bobby) was killed on tax day, April 15, 2007 around 9:30 pm. by a drunk driver. It was a head on collision of the worst kind. Bobby had just gotten off of work, he had just made manager at his job and was planning on buying a car and getting his driver's license the next day, when tragedy struck.

I got the call about 2:30 am from my cousin George bearing such horrific news to my ears. I was awake and beading earrings when I got the phone call. I knew it but I didn't want to believe it; the only solace I have in this is that he died swiftly and did not suffer long. I fumbled for and dropped my package of cigarettes to the floor in disbelief at what I was hearing. My son Bobby was dead and taken to the morgue.

My middle daughter and I called family and friends, to tell them what happened. Rob's closest friends came over to my house and we sat around my dining room table. We searched each others tear-streaked faces wondering why and how such a thing could have happened.to such a wonderful young man, and who was to blame for this atrocity? A truck driver came out of no where heading in the wrong direction crashed into their vehicle while they were sitting at the stop light. The jaws of life had to be used to retrieve the driver who was in a coma, broken bones and bruised body. His wife riding along side of him was pronounced dead at the scene. Their tiny son of four years old was riding in his car-seat in the back seat of the car. Next to him, satmy son, whom it is said that he had perhaps seen it coming, as he was found half-way strapped in his seat belt. It was told tomoe by several people including the attending police officer that he had reached over and barricaded the tiny tot with his own body upon impact of the two vhicles. The little boy had been scalped but was awake during it all and described what happened and what his friend Bobby did.

My son had been in the U. S. Marines a few years earlier, was home on an honorable humanitarian unit discharge in order to take care of his siblings and myself when I had become quite ill with bipolar disorder. He was a very sober, caring individual. He will be honored at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington D. C. on July 30th, 2010 at 9am. I am so proud to be his mom and I just wanted to share this with all of you authors and poets. The little boy's name is Xavier and he is the sweetest little tyke you ever saw. He has a little trouble walking from spinal injuries but has healed very well, he misses his mommy so very much and will never forget his friend Bobby or what happened to him that fateful night. I am writing this blog, painful as it is as a warning to not drink and drive, please help keep us all safe and alive...

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

He was a protector til the end. You have much to share and be proud of.

[Ellen Hammond]

Thank you for sharing this us. My heart goes out to you and all who have suffered because of this tragedy. So very sad how many lives can be turned upside down by others negligence and criminal act of driving while impaired. Your beloved son was a hero right to the end. May you glean some comfort knowing that his final, instinctive, heroic, act was to protect Xavier as much as he could.