Good-Bye Toby

Back in 2003, my oldest son Toby was tragically killed in an accident during a rainstorm when the pumper truck he was driving skidded off the road into a ravine and crashed into a treeline. He was killed instantly, leaving four beautiful children. I was in total disbelief as I drove myself to the hospital that fall night, not really feeling anything. Toby’s friends were already at the hospital, everyone was crying. There were clergy there for comfort and prayer.

The following day I found myself sitting at the funeral home, with family and friends, making arrangements. A van pulled up in which lay my sons body. I looked up and the ceiling light began to flicker. I smiled, I knew it was Toby. Family and friends came from everywhere to say goodbye. One of his friends closed his Tattoo shop for the day. A couple of days after everyone headed back to their homes, I heard Toby say “Hey Mama,”and told me goodbye.

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