Just an update.
I know I've posted about a hit and run that has severely affected myself, husband, and friends that we consider to be family. Last night at 7:45pm, the older son (the one who had his leg amputated) lost the fight.
He had been in a downward spiral the last few days. They were able to bring his younger brother, also hit, from his rehab to see him. As soon as he wheeled himself out of the room, his vitals dropped and he was gone.
I feel numb and I want justice to be served.
My first interaction with the wonderful young man, he embraced me and said "Since DH is like my uncle, your like my aunt".
DH has been quiet and I'm not going to lie, I punched a door at the hospital last night out of frustration and anger.
We had gotten to the hospital 5 minutes after it happened because DH had a few things to finish up at work. Maybe that was for the best.
Not only was yesterday our 8 month anniversary, but it was also my birthday. I refuse to let his death remind me every year of sadness. Instead I am going to look at it as my birthday, he was also reborn into the guardian angel he was meant to be.
Thank you ladies for listening and praying throughout this whole ordeal. I believe that he waited to make sure his younger brother was ok. He passed knowing that he made the ultimate sacrifice to save his baby brother.
Thank you all again.