9. Worst Day Of My Life
My three-year-old kept hinting that he wasn’t going to grow up. He said he talked to Jesus at the science table in preschool. He said Jesus said he had to choose whether to stay or to go.
Of course, I was panicky and full of terror and kept saying that he was going to stay with Mommy, etc. Four days later a vehicle at a car wash (I was forced to moderate by my supervisor), rolled backwards from a parking space and killed my son.
My ex-husband had gone under the vehicle to check on some wiring. Worst day of my life. It is the first thing and the last thing I think of every day.
