September 10, 2009 – April 17, 2011
On April 17th, 2011, my life changed. As I was leaving the house to run errands with my 3 1/2 year old daughter, Lily, my son, Jack, had somehow discovered for the first time how to open the door by himself. The rear assist on my car did not detect him, as he came from the side of my car. Jack was airlifted to the University of Iowa hospital, where he was later pronounced dead.
Jack lived a wonderful 19 months on a farm in DeWitt, Iowa, where he enjoyed tractor rides and spending time with his friends and family, especially his big sister. He was loved more than any other child I have ever known. And he knew it. I just wish we had more time together.
I will never forget that day, but I will not let it be at the forefront of my mind when I think of my son. I will instead picture him dancing, smearing cupcakes all over his face, and getting kisses from my dog, Henry. I will change the way I live my life in honor of my son. Because he deserves that.
– Jack’s Mom