On July 3rd, about 1 p.m. Shelly (oldest daughter) called, Robert (age 29) had been air lifted to a hospital in Champaign, IL. Robert was on his way to work that morning a little after 8, leaving his town of Neoga, Il to Effingham. A grain farmer driving a pick up pulling a short flat bed loaded with items was in front of his house on the 2 lane road. He turned left in front of Robert as Robert pulled out to pass. He never saw it coming. I'm told the man's son-in-law heard the loud noise of the collision and ran down the lane and called EMS. The farmer died instantly.
Robert's van had to be drug from the truck as it lit on fire. EMS worked for some time cutting him out. The steering wheel had to be cut off. The air bag on his side didn't go off. Robert had on his seat belt, but went forward into the mirror taking out his right eye. When he went back, it was so forceful, his seat snapped off, and the van seat behind snapped off and flipped over from the hit. Every window in the van except one was shattered.
At the hospital, I was sickened to watch them staple his ear back on with no pain killer. Dr. said he was in a coma, he wasn't feeling anything. I wasn't convinced of that. Robert's wife let them drill a hole in his head with no pain killer. She took great pleasure in telling me. It was so hard to look on my son so broken up. His right leg broken in many places all the way down, right foot crushed, cuts, brusies, over 100 stitches...I prayed over him until I was hoarse. After 3 days I asked them to put a line in for nurishment. They had to ask his wife's permission, she actually hesitated!
After 5 days I left the hospital to clean up, Robert's wife had a nurse call and tell me that I would be "allowed" to come back up and see my son for 5 minutes with hospital security present," his wife, Maria had decided to unhook him off life support. That same day, she went out and signed up for Social Security. She came back late in the day, and asked, "is he dead yet?" That evening she went to a motel and went to bed. Robert died alone at 7:40 a.m the next morning.
I got a call and went up there, getting there a half hour too late. The nurses let me stay and be with him. They were upset that they had been calling and calling his wife and no answer. Robert had signed up to be a tissue & organ donor. By the time she showed up at the hospital at 10a.m it was too late. Robert was a good man, went to church, prayed, took good care of his wife & kids, (Maria, wife never worked a day at a job or at home) never smoked, drank or drugs. His son Joseph is 9, I know he misses his daddy greatly. Robert would come home from work and take Joseph "junking" with him just for needed extra income. Joseph loved it. Mirah is 3 and asks, "when is daddy coming home?" Riley is 2. Maria won't let us see them. She's always been selfish. In the past, she told terrible lies trying to make Robert hate his family, and I would always feel sorry for her because she didn't have a parent raise her, or have close family, now....I grieve to hold my grandbabies. I want to ease their pain and I can't.
21 years serving God and I have no answers.
All "H" broke loose on Christmas Eve and just when I think the worst is over and I'm finally having a day when I'm not grieving or angry or depressed, another diaster bomb drops out of the sky and SPLAT! we get hit again. My husband got a rash on Dec. 22, 10. By the 27th it looked like he'd been burned in a fire he was so red and his sking was rolling off him. Our family Dr. went home during the appointment, so the nurse practicioner saw him. She called the dr. on call & he had her…Continue