“A parents worst nightmare.”
Yes indeed it is...I’ve been where the Tysons are now. The feeling of standing over the grave of one of your children can not be described unless you’ve experienced it first hand —and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
...prayers for their family.
One of my worst memories was an autumn Sunday afternoon when I heard the women screaming in the courtyard of the garden apartment. There were several single women there who worked nights servicing the Charleston Sailors. they were screaming their heads off.
I ran out to discover the 10 year old son of one of them was dead. He had been playing with a rope and somehow hung himself. The youngest of the working girls discovered him hanging and ran inside to get his mom. She came out and then ran back for a knife to cut him down. She got a dull knife and sent one of the other girls back for a sharp one and she tried to get him down.
They literally went crazy as they dithered. I was right inside and could have not only cut him down but administered the necessary first aid to likely have saved him.
Alas I never got the chance.