This is why I am here... my brother,Tom, died minutes after being rescued from this over turned pick up truck. Tom was 39 years old, on his way to work in his Ford Ranger pick-up, on wet hilly, curvy, possibly icy roads, only about 2 miles from his house, when his truck went off the road, flipped twice down a culvert, hit large rocks, and was trapped for 45 minutes upside down until they rescued him. Tom was conscious and talking, with no visible injuries when they found him. Shortly after his rescue, he died in the ambulance on his way to the hospital. This occured about 5:20 am- 6:30 am. Tom died about 6:15 am, April 23, 2012. It was a Monday.
We got the call from his wife about 9 am. My mom sat on the edge of my bed, told me to wake up because Tom's wife had to tell us something. "Tom was in a car accident...and he didn't make it." I can still hear the screaming, what didn't even sound like human screaming. I can still hear my own screaming, "No, no no no no no no.... He was coming in August!!!" Then I got very sick. Last time Tom was home was March of 2009. With many failed attempts, he had finally made concrete plans to visit in August.
Tom has seven children, all 15 yrs old and under. He is going to miss so much. Tom was an Eagle Scout, high school graduate, went into the Navy for 12 years after graduation, was working on his college degree off and on after leaving the Navy, and had so many plans, hopes, and dreams left unfullfilled, when his life was cut short. He had a lot of living left to do, and had sacrificed so much in his lifetime. Lifetime, doesn't even seem like the right word, for a life so short.