Month: November 2015
What am I supposed to do??
I am currently sitting in my husband’s hospital room at UF Shand’s in Jacksonville, FL.
My kids are at my mom’s till the morning, then going to my uncle’s.
My husband is sedated.
I am hurt, scared and pissed.
I need help….
Family and friends,
Someone T-Boned my husband, Ricky Lee, while he was on his motorcycle at Atlantic Blvd & I-295 on Saturday, November 7, 2015 at around 11:15 pm. It was a hit and run and below, are a few photos of a SILVER NISSAN PATHFINDER. I’m not sure it’s the correct year or body, but I’m desperate. Someone hit my husband and left him for dead in the middle of the road. They took no consideration that he has a wife, kids, an entire family that this would effect! The only description we have from witnesses was, “SILVER SUV (POSSIBLY A NISSAN PATHFINDER)” So If anyone in the area (Jacksonville, Florida) happens to see a vehicle like this or similar to it with damage to the front end please contact me(inbox for number if you don’t have it) or JSO(904-630-0500). We need a license plate, driver description, something to go on. Please.
On Saturday, November 8, 2015, my husband was involved in a hit and run accident.
I almost died when I heard this!
I couldn’t believe my ears. There’s no how-to book on how to react when you recieve some of the worse news of your life. What’s worse, is that he wasn’t even supposed to be right there at that time.
It was because of me.
It was my idea. I had been begging to go to the Jacksonville Agricultural Fair, every year for the last 4 years. But every time it came to town, something would come up and we wouldn’t be able to go. So this year, I was bound and determined not to miss it. Add to this, the girls had had an amazing first quarter of school, had avoided getting grounded and in fact, Mekayla, the baby girl had excelled! She was the first student of the month!
That sealed it!
We were going to the fair! Dad made special plans to buy early bird, mega passes for us all at a discounted rate. Once those were purchased, there was no turning back.
Dad had a bike club event to attend on this particular Saturday. Being a prospect meant he had to be there. This was fine by me! The club had proven to really be one of brotherhood and peacekeeping and helping out the unfortunate.
So, the kids and I hopped on the number 10 bus at around 1:20p.m. on a journey that would leave us all shaken.
He was supposed to meet us.
We were waiting for 4 o’clock. Dad said he was coming to ride kiddie rides with Kay. This would leave me and Lina (the resident dare devils) free to ride the “big girl” rides. Alas, the club fundraiser went overtime. So we didn’t see him till around 6. Which meant two things.
1) I didn’t get to ride anything “real”rides until he got there.
2) When he got there, it was getting dark, so I had to hurry and ride what I could before our bus left.
So I got a bit upset that our big rides had to be rushed and I refused to leave before I rode a few particular ones.
But it wasn’t to be.
Before we knew it, it was 9:00 and we had to go! We half ran/half speed walked back to the bus station with dad circling each block before and after us, checking for safety. After all, we were downtown at 9pm. Pretty creepy….
We finally make it to the station, only to realize the bus we were planning on catching had already left. Which meant we now had to catch two buses when we’re originally wouldn’t only needed one.
We did not have an extra $7.50 for a second bus.
This turns out to be where the trouble began. He was initially supposed to meet up with the club after the fair for a special ceremony honoring his crossing over to full fledged member. Instead, Dad decides to ride ahead home and get the extra money we needed and meet us where the first bus would be dropping us off. He is on a motorcycle. And a trip that is going to take us almost an hour would take him 30 minutes. (Not speeding by the way.)
As the kids and I are on the bus, I look at my phone to see just how much time has passed and realize that my phone’s battery is getting dangerously low. I decided then, to try and reach dad and let him know the approximate time we’d be arriving and also to tell him my phone would probably be dead before we got there.
A woman answered his phone!
She began to say the words I had been dreading every since he got that bike.
“Ma’am, I don’t know who he is to you, but I just picked up his phone, someone has hit him and he’s lying in the street.”
My mouth dropped and all I heard was “lying in the street” over and over in my head. Not knowing that I’m yelling,”No, no, no, please don’t tell me that!”
I completely forgot the kids were with me, all I could think was, “Please GOD, don’t take him from me.”
I heard her say the street name and it was at this precise moment that my phone died.
Yes, I flipped out! On the bus, with the kids, in front of all those strangers.
But I pulled it together long enough to see that I had scared the crap out of my babies. Everyone was crying except Kay.
So I dried my tears, tried to explain what I had heard in the gentlest way possible…. FYI, there is no gentle way. I apologized constantly for scaring them and encouraged them to pray with me for dad. We did and then I asked (pretty sure I screamed) for someone to please let me borrow a phone. I called a ride to met us at our stop and they did. They took us to where the scene was, going to see dad, but he was gone. Mind you, when I didn’t see anything except a totaled bike, I really did think he was gone….
I had a plan.
I planned on writing for a few hours each day this week and then taking my daily mom nap, but it was not to be. There was an activity at both the middle and elementary schools, everyday this past week. I had to pick and choose between them all, one a day. Then, my baby girl got sick as soon as the weekend rolled in. (And she still is.) Believe me when I say, I am well past tired. She’ll be at home till Wednesday, so please keep her in your prayers and thanks for being patient with me.