Grandpa & KrystalOn June 2nd, 2004, a horrible and unexplained event took place within my family: I was washing clothes, singing, when the phone rang. I answered it to hear my father-in-law's girlfriend on the other end, asking me how I was doing and if "everything" was "alright". I thought that the questioning of how "things" were, was quite strange. I rarely spoke to this individual, and she continued asking the question even after I had told her over and over, that everything was fine. She became very quiet. I asked her why she was so concerned. Then, she dropped the bomb; my father-in-law had committed suicide.
All I could do was stand there in total disbelief. I woke my husband and gave him the news. He froze. He couldn't speak, and like me, was sure that there had to be some mistake. I then had the chore of calling his sister and breaking the news to her.
She was at home, getting ready to go see her father. I asked her if she would come to my house before going. She instantly knew that something was wrong. I didn't want to tell her on the phone. She i nsisted on knowing why the urgency on her coming here, first. I finally told her. There was complete silence, then the tears came and the questions as to "how", and "why". I couldn't answer her, I just repeated the request for her to come here. She drove up about 30 minutes later.
She and I went to their father's house; still thinking that there had been a horrible mistake. Unfortunately, there wasn't. There father has taken his own life.
My family went throught the next week full of sorry and grief; so many questions, so much pain. We were all in complete shock. Finally, on the 7th of June, 2004, things appeared to be getting a little better as far as the emotional trauma was concerned. There was still so much to do and still alot of tears.
My 10 year old daughter, Krystal, and I got up early. Today was the first day of Vacation Bible School. We were going to pick up my niece. What a wonderful day they were going to have! We had made plans for my niece to come home with us after Bible School so that she and my daughter could play for the rest of the afternoon. Both girls were very excited.
I got them to the Church, kissed them both, told them to have fun, and that I loved them. I went home and waited for the time to pick them up again. At 11:33am, I was at the Church, gathering the girls. They were so happy. Apparently, they had had a wonderful time.
I listened to them chat in the backseat about all that they were going to do once we got home. The first thing on their agenda was to go to the pool. I got their towels for them and off they went. I stayed with my 3 year old son, Austin, and tried to keep him busy so that the girls could have their fun, uninterrupted. A few hours later, the girls decided to get out of the pool and ride the 4-wheelers. I didn't mind, they always rode them when they were together. This was the one thing that Krystal loved to do more than anything else.
My husband had just come home from work. He was outside talking to them and watching them ride. They were having so much fun. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching them from the window, while I folded the laundry. My husband had just come in and sat down. He had worked hard and needed a little breather before going back out with the kids. By then, Austin had made his way outside with them and was riding his Power Wheels.
I turned my head to ask my husband a question, and heard a loud crashing sound. I knew that it couldn't be the children. They were secure in a fenced in area of our yard. I looked out the window to see a truck stopping in front of my house. The truck had a trailer attached to it, full of scrap metal. Apparently, a piece had fallen in the road, and they were stopping to pick it up.
All of a sudden, I heard my niece screaming for me. I couldn't quite understand her. I ran outside. My niece ran to me saying that Krystal had been hit. I ran to the edge of the fence, which ended close to the road. When I got there, to my horror, my little girl was laying on the pavement. I knew instantly that she was gone. I froze, I screamed for my husband to call 911. He ran out to me. I bolted to the house, called 911, and collapsed in the front yard. My husband came in and called for help, and returned to Krystal. After the ambulance arrived, my neighbor took me inside.
Even at that moment, Angels were being sent to me. One came in the form of the neighbor that brought me in. Another was the Police Deputy that came to talk to me. I had known her for years. We were friends. Yet another, was the Paramedic that had gone to my daughter. She too, was a friend that I had known every since High School. Everything was a blur. All I could think of was that not only had we just lost Krystal's Grandpa, but the most terrible thing had happened, we lost Krystal.
It has been almost 5 months since the tragedy. The tears still come regularly. The pain is still just as intense as the day everything occurred. Somehow, I find strength to move forward. I miss her more than words can say. I am still a little angry that she and her Grandpa left. But, I have gained faith that God knows what he is doing. I shouldn't questioned his will.
I am still visited by Angels. The most important one is my son, Austin. Without him, I would have taken my own life. He inspires me in every way. He is my breath and my soul. Thank You, God, for both of my children. Thank you for the continuous visitation of your Angels: The Angels on Earth and Beyond.