Yesterday I found out about a tragic event that took place the night before. There was a family who was out riding bikes and walking along a paved pathway very close to our home. There was a father riding his bike with a two year old on the back, his son was on his own bike close behind. The mother and their older daughter were walking on the trail. They crossed the street at a cross walk to get to the other part of the trail when the father and daughter on the bike and the little boy on his bike were struck by a drunk driver. The father and daughter went up on the hood and then off, the boy was drug for about a block. The driver left the scene but later returned. The little boy who was 7 died. I was talking about it with several of my patients yesterday. I went home and told my husband...I started to cry. It is just SO tragic. I wonder if the mother saw the whole thing. The father and little girl are in the hospital but I think they are stable.
We were driving to Santa Cruz last night and my husband says to me. "Can you imagine what that family must be going through right now?" I started crying again and said "I don't have to imagine, I know"
I know the mother can not breathe right now.
I know that the father wishes that he had died instead.
I know that the family has been twisted and destroyed in a way that is difficult for anyone comprehend.
I know that they are in the pit of hell with a darkness that surrounds them.
I know the sound of silence that screams of pain and anguish.
I wish I didn't know...but now a tragedy like this hits me in a way I would never have understood before Camille died.
A family has been devestated by the death of their child.
It breaks my heart.
I feel so deeply for this family.
Such a senseless and unexpected tragedy....I am SO sorry for their loss.