I am a grieving mother that lost my twenty-one-year-old son just three months ago. He was on his “friend’s” motorcycle. He was wasted illegally and recklessly pursued by a police officer on a residential street. I know that it was reckless due to various eyewitness accounts that the truck was unmarked, had no flashing lights or siren activated that would have identified it has a police vehicle. I have also been informed that there were complaints made about officers harassing young guys on motorcycles in that particular area. This officer caused my son to crash into a vehicle passing the intersection. She had no time to avoid my son, she told me that there was nothing to alert her to get out of the way, she said the truck was literally on my son’s bumper. Her car was totaled but thank God she survived to tell what happened. There were other witnesses that live on that street that all gave the same account. The officer never even used his radio to call 911. Another witness called for help.
My son sustained a massive traumatic brain injury and passed away a week later after being pronounced brain dead. I stayed at my son’s bedside for that whole week, only leaving to use the bathroom or when I would go home to take a shower but another family member would be there if I had to leave, someone was there twenty-four hours a day. He started to deteriorate very quickly and I felt like I was slowly dying myself.
I made the awful decision to terminate his life support, which I now deeply regret. At the time, I thought that I was giving him relief but now I feel like I killed him! I feel like I didn’t give him enough time to heal. No machines or medications can keep you alive if you are going to pass away. I should have waited to see if his heart would stop beating on its own. He lost the ability to take some breaths on his own and depended solely on mechanical ventilations.
I am in constant torment that I could not prevent his accident/murder or make him better or bring him back. Mommies can fix everything and make it better. I cannot accept what has happened to him. I cannot cope. No parent should ever experience this pain. I want my son back; I want him to have another chance. I am stuck in the twilight zone. Thanks for listening.