The worst day of my life.

10/8/21 - The worst day of my life. It was a Friday.   The day started off like any other day.  I saw my son off to school. His brown tuff of hair sticking out of the sides of his hat, with his backpack over one shoulder and red sneakers glowing in the morning sunlight.   I closed the door as he made his way to his car.    Never would I imagine that was the last time I would ever see him alive again.

     Later that night, after a long week.  My wife and I started to watch a movie. About 10 minutes into the movie, my wife’s cell phone rang,  it was Vincent,  but it wasn’t.  One of Vincent’s friends used his phone to ‘call his mom’.   “There’s been an accident, we can’t find Vincent”.    What?      

    My life and that of my families have been forever changed.  The energy he brought into our home is gone.   The grief and sorrow that have filled that void are unbearable at times.  Some days I’m so angry at the driver of the car, at his friends, at myself.  Other days there is denial,  “but his stuff is still here”.  Then there are days of depression and sadness,   “what’s the point?”     

     Starting this website to memorialize Vincent’s life, creating a scholarship in his name is my attempt to be positive, create his legacy and to never forget him.   He was the best son.  I miss him.