I certainly could not have ever imagined on the morning of May 19, 2009 that this would be the last kiss I would give my wife.
After waiting months for a LONG Chicago winter to end and the summer to finally arrive, this 80 degree day was the perfect opportunity to get out with the kids. And it appears that that was exactly what she thought as well. I sent her a text message in the morning letter her know about the upcoming pet parade. I called her from work sometime in the morning. I didn’t hear back from her, which wasn’t unusual given the reponsibility of raising two little ones. Normally she would head to her mom’s house for some help, but today was different. Her family was getting the pool ready and she decided just to stay at home and wait for me to get back from work.
Since she didn’t speak to anyone in the morning, we are not sure where she was headed. Our best guess, or my best guess, is that she went towards downtown lagrange. Perhaps she went to walk by some homes that were for sale that we looked at online the night before or went to walk by the new Francesca’s restaurant or maybe she headed to a park.
I had a voicemail on my phone after I finished with my lunchtime run at the office…again taking advantage of the seemingly beautiful day. That voicemail turned out to be the unimaginable…when I finally arrived at the hospital, more than an hour later, i found out that my life, and the lives of my children, would no longer be the same.