This is a discussion on My Son within the Bob & Terry's Place forums, part of the The Back Porch category; Please excuse the long post. I just needed to put my thoughts down.
This day 40 years ago was one of the happiest days of ...
August 4th, 2013 09:03 AM
Please excuse the long post. I just needed to put my thoughts down.
This day 40 years ago was one of the happiest days of my life. I celebrated the birth of my second son, Scott Jerome. He grew up like most military kids in the 70's. He adapted to the moves, made friends and told them goodby. He thought the sun rose and set with his big brother, who was 2 years older than him.
He was shy, but always had a smile on his face. He had a speech impediment that he overcame. It never effected him. He was always happy.
He wasn't an athlete like his older brother. He was tall and lanky, and like so many kids like that, wasn't the most co-ordinated kid in the world.
School never came easy for Scott. He struggled with it. He worked his butt off just to make passing grades. It paid off for him, and he was accepted to Ball State University after high school. His goal was a degree in Education and he wanted to do Primary Education.
While at Ball State he met the love of his life. They married in 97, right after she graduated. He had changed his degree and was getting it in Business Admin. He had decided he wanted to be a Chef (he always loved to cook and was good at it). He was employed by the Lone Star Steakhouse chain, and was in their management program. His plan was to pay off his student loans, then attend a Culinary Atrs school.
That all ended in Jan of 98. He was on his way home from classes at Ball State. A truck had come to a stop, in the travel lane, just after the crest of a hill, on the Interstate Highway. He piled into the goose-neck trailer the truck was hauling, at highway speed. In the beat of the heart, so many lives were changed. Mine, his mothers, his brothers and his wife. To the best of our knowledge he never knew what happened. There were no skid marks, it is assumed he never saw the truck. His life was snuffed out instantly.
It's been 15 years. The memory of the call telling me is as vivid as if I just received it. I close my eyes and I can see his happy smiling face. This September I'm going to Indiana for my oldest sons wedding. I'll have the opportunity to go to the grave and talk with him. To tell him how much he is still loved and how badly he is missed.
RIP Scott Jerome. Your dad loves and misses you and thinks about you always.
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August 4th, 2013 09:27 AM
There is nothing worse than the loss of a child. My belated condolences to you and your family.
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August 4th, 2013 10:04 AM
Archer, I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to lose a child. My kids mean everything to me, and I would lay down my life for them.
It is good that you will spend time at his grave. My folks are buried in a cemetery not far from my house and I visit them often - about once a month.
And in my prayers, I always ask Him to pass along a hello to my folks and tell them I love them, that I am thinking of them, and that I miss them.
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August 4th, 2013 10:14 AM
My heart aches for you brother.
August 4th, 2013 10:42 AM
My prayers go out to you.
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August 4th, 2013 10:52 AM
May peace be with you....
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August 4th, 2013 10:54 AM
I'm sorry for your loss, Archer. Your sorrow is evident, but so is the peace you have found.
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August 4th, 2013 10:59 AM
As I sit here reading your story with my 5 year old son at my side, I am findind myself feeling for your loss stronger than I expected. It really hit home and I am very sorry for your loss. I am glad to hear you eill have opportunity to visit his resting place and enjoy communion.
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August 4th, 2013 10:59 AM
What a terrible tragedy.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
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August 4th, 2013 11:09 AM
Ironically, I was on the Ball State campus yesterday. I am sorry for your loss...one only another parent could fully understand.
August 4th, 2013 11:13 AM
It helps to go to the cemetery and talk to them. My grandpa was killed in a car wreck in 58. He was my best buddy. To this day, when I'm back in Indiana, I go up to the cemetery and talk to him. It's very consoling, and I always come away feeling so much better. I've lost several family members since that day, but none will ever take the place of "Grandpa".
August 4th, 2013 11:17 AM
May you find peace with this life.
August 4th, 2013 11:30 AM
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Sometimes it helps just to share your thoughts with others.
August 4th, 2013 11:35 AM
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August 4th, 2013 12:36 PM
It's okay to be occasionally sad; this was a theft.