“Time heals all wounds”… If I had a penny for every time someone has told me that I would most certainly be very wealthy right now. I certainly do not know who was the first to utter those words, but I would be willing to wager my unseen earnings that the person who coined that phrase did not lose a child. Two years and four months after losing my little boy I can most assuredly state that my wounds are not healed. Not only are they not healed, but in many ways the wound is just a fresh as it was on that fall day. I still find my breath taken away by random visions of my little boy’s motionless body floating in that pond. Those images have no no periodicity that I can discern which makes their unwelcomed visits all the more disturbing. Time has not eased the intensity … Read More
The picture you see to the left is a picture of my little boy, Richard Edwin-Ehmer Specht. He will never grow up to experience any of life’s great adventures. He will never kiss a girl. He will never ride a bike or fly a hang glider. My little boy will never throw a baseball or catch a football. Why? Because he was taken from us two years ago in a tragic accident that was a result of a simple miscommunication. My little “Rees” will never do any of those things I mentioned, but that doesn’t mean his brief life wont make a difference and change the world…
By now I am sure that many of you have seen the Nationwide Insurance commercial depicting a dead boy recounting all the things that he will never get to do that aired during the SuperBowl yesterday and have your own opinions about whether … Read More