Stories of Lost Children
My Precious Hurricane
by K.K., Victorville, CA, U.S.A.
My son Dakota James was born on 12-13-95, he was taken away from exactly two years later. Dakota, I am writing your story again. I want parents to know what can happen to very rambunctious little boys. Dakota was a climber and every time I turned around he was climing on something, a chair, the table. On December 13, 1997, I put my little guy down for a nap. I was pretty tired and we had celebrated his birthday the night before. His dad was coming by later to take him out again. I let him rest, but realized after few hours I should get him up. I walked into his room and saw my precious son on the floor. He had climbed out of his crib and was trying to climb up a dresser drawer. The dresser fell forward and the crib blocked it, but not the lone drawer that came out and struck him directly in the temple. I yelled to my oldest son to call 911, meanwhile I tried and tried to give CPR. I smelled vomit and I heard fluids when I blew, what is going on? The paramedics came and they whisked him away. Meanwhile my husband got there. He is a Police Officer and he drove me to the hospital. They put us in the chapel and he said, "this is not good Karen." I remember the doctors coming in saying, "Sorry nothing we could do." I remember feeling how cold they were........I noticed a nurse, I could tell she cried for our loss, but never in front of us. She had beautiful blue eyes, but I could tell she cared. The whole family came; we held you for 12 hours before the coroner came and I remember your beautiful angelic face, you just looked like you were sleeping........you were home with the Lord. We could not donate your organs since you died at home. An autopsy was needed; I would have Dakota, if I could have. I remember being angry about that. Fast forward to your funeral, I remember PaPa saying to me, no millionaire could have this kinda funeral, look how much he was loved, look at all the Police vehicles, the police motorcade.... FF again, almost ten years, I cannot believe it, you would be 12 this year. Your brothers miss you, we speak of you every day. Erik is 22 now, Brandon 17, Dustin 13, you have a new sister Dallas, she is 4 now, she knows you too. I will love you forever and never forget, we will meet on HEAVENS BRIGHT SHORE! Forever in our thoughts, your here in our conversations, always, always in our hearts In loving memory forever. Mommy
Dakota James Roach 12-13-95/12-13-97
babykona95@yahoo.com
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