On November 6, 2006 I woke up like every other work day and started my routine. I went down stairs, put the coffee on, and proceeded to continue on, when I noticed that the bathroom light was on. I was the only person up in the house so I knew someone had left the light on all night, this upset me a little bit. I had fought with my son the night before about this very issue. It was our first real fight in his sixteen years of life. My son Zane is truly an angel sent from heaven. The fight was really about his friends’ lack of consideration for our home actually. So I entered the bathroom to find the tub was still full of water, I was feeling kind of strange since this was very unusual. I went looking for other out of place things when I saw my sweet baby sleeping on the couch. I was interrupted by the phone ringing so I answered it, it was my husband who was away on his job. He is a commercial fisherman. We talked for a few minutes and hung up. I got dressed and was ready to leave for the gym prior to going to work. I felt a strong sense of urgency to kiss my son, tell him I love you, and have a good day. We usually got to do that every morning at least by phone.
Since we had fought the night before (although we had made up and spent time together) I still felt unsettled and needed to hug him. I went to wake him and noticed he looked wrong. I touched my baby’s arm and he was cold, I covered him and tried to wake him to find he was not responding. I screamed for my oldest son to come and help me. I started CPR and called 911. My son Zane’s friend was here and she continued the CPR while I was on the phone, my other son was on the floor crying and vomiting. He knew his brother was gone. I know I knew but I just could not believe this was real. The ambulance took my angel away and the next time I saw him he was in a room waiting for me to say goodbye for the last time.
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