I threw on some clothes, grabbed a box of gloves and whatever 1st aid stuff I could find. It was just a mile from our house. It was horrible. A car with 2 brothers was driving WAY too fast, almost clipped JM and lost control, hit a power pole and flipped a bunch of times. The driver was ejected. By the time I got there, some yahoo from the house where it happened had pulled the other guy out of the car.
EMS was getting there at the same time but they needed more hands. I held this young man's head in my hands and watched him gasp for breath. He never opened his eyes. He had head injuries, multiple traumas. After we got him on the board I went to his brother. He had multiple broken bones but was alert, talking. I held his head. He kept asking about his brother.
They were both airlifted. I'll be extremely shocked if the passenger makes it. They were bagging him as the ambulance left to meet the helicopter.
It's so damn stupid. Why were they driving so fast? This kid is going to have to live with the fact that he killed his brother. My kid is going to have to remember what he saw forever. He's only 14. He shouldn't have to see someone dying in front of him. He shouldn't have to see blood and God knows what all over the road.
I've been a nurse for 25 years and until April had never witnessed or assisted with something this traumatic. Now it's been twice in 6 months. I'm sad and angry and my head hurts. I want to comfort my son and shake him at the same time, and say "Do you understand that this could happen to you???"
One thing...I'm pretty sure it's cured his overwhelming desire to start driving as soon as he turns 15.
Y'all pray for these young men. Pray for their parents. Pray for my son and for me and JM.
Oh, and hug your babies if they're close to you.
Told him who I am and that we tried our best to help his sons. That I'm a nurse and held both of his sons' heads in my hands. Prayed over them. Talked to them and never left them alone.
The younger one died. His name was Krystofer. He was 21 years old. His brother was driving and will most likely be okay eventually (physically at least). He is 24.
The father told me he was grateful to hear from me and comforted to know we did everything we could.
My heart hurts so much. DS14 keeps alternating between crying on my shoulder and telling me he is numb and can't feel anything.
Thank you all for letting me process this here.
I am so sorry. Please give your son a hug for me. I'm sure those parents are thankful that someone as loving as you, was there for their boys. My heart goes out to all.
I am so sorry that you DS14 has been traumatized in such a way. My heart is breaking for him, too.
Hugs to all!
"Oh, why do my actions have consequences?" ~ Homer Simpson
"She knew my one weakness: That I'm weak!" ~ Homer Simpson
I am sad that my son had to see this, but glad that he saw his parents willing to get on their knees, roll up their sleeves and help total strangers with compassion. That we're people who are willing to do the right thing. And that my son has parents who will help him grieve and process this in a healthy manner.
Just.... for you, for the boys, for their family, for your sister, for my family. All of it.
Krystofer's family will take comfort knowing you were there...that you thought to pray over their son, hold him, and do your best to comfort him. Even if they don't believe in prayer -- just knowing he wasn't alone will go a long way in helping them cope with the pain.
I witnessed the traumatic death of my brother when I was 5 years old -- he was 9. To this day, my parents grieve his death. I don't think it matters how old your child is or how long they've been gone, the hole left behind in a parent's heart can't ever be filled.
Hearing about tragedies puts much of the pain of my husband's infidelity into a different perspective for me. I pray we are able to overcome the betrayal, and never have to face this horrible heartache.
Prayers to your family.
(((HFSSC))) I'm so glad you were there for them.
But even more--it makes me so very thankful that there are people like you, kickboxer and the zillions of other nurses, doctors, police officers, firemen and women, EMS/EMT, first responders, last responders and every other kind of responder to people in trouble, in accidents,--in NEED. I could never, ever be one--I'm not brave enough, tough enough nor smart enough. I am in awe of you and people like you that take care of the rest of us.
..that feeling you get in your stomach, when you heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
Yesterday, we all just hibernated. Didn't go to church (which is extremely unusual for us.) We just could not face the conversation over and over.
DS14 asked me to watch Finding Nemo with him. So I did. He told me about 15 times how much it meant to him. I thought about how many times he and his brother have asked me to play a game or watch a movie, and I've been "too busy." God help me, I hope I am never too busy again. Because you just never know when it will be the last chance you get.
He asked me last night, "Mama, did I watch someone die yesterday?" I said that while Krys had technically still been "alive" at the scene, he did not survive and was likely brain dead at the scene. He looked at me and said, "How am I going to get through school tomorrow when this is all I can think about?" Today is their ROTC uniform day, and all I could think to tell him was that when he puts the uniform on, he can remember what it stands for, and that he is a part of something big, bigger than him. And that he can draw his strength from that.
I emailed his teachers and they were wonderful today... just giving him some space and a chance to get himself together when he needed. And his ROTC Colonel took him aside and shared some personal stuff that really made an impact on him.
Turns out that these boys were fairly well known to law enforcement as meth users. They were most likely high or coming down off a high. It makes me sad that such a young life was snuffed out for something so stupid. It makes me angry that for a few seconds difference in the timing, they could have taken my husband and child with them.
As it is, there are about 10 people who witnessed or were directly involved in trying to save these guys. And we will never be the same.
I sure hope I can sleep tonight. Every time I close my eyes, it's an endless reel of the wreck in April that I witnessed, and the scene from Saturday. Holding that boy's head, wiping blood from his face and telling him to hang on.
Dear Lord, this sucks so bad.
Thank you to all who have commented and/or read and prayed or lifted us up in your thoughts. It's greatly appreciated.
This post has had me crying since this minute you mentioned two brothers.
I am so sorry you and your family had to witness this and were involved. OTOH, I am glad those boys had someone like you that was there.
It made me cry because it is the very thing that scares me so badly with my youngest. It is the world he is involved in and the call that our whole family is scared of getting.
Thank you for being there for those young boys.