Joey was born on Monday, January 29, 2001 at 6:15am
He was the youngest of three boys. Joey was full of life, and full of love. He loved his mom, dad, brothers, the rest of his family and friends whole heartedly. There was no end to his love.He loved animals, semi-trucks, airplanes and Pooh Bear.
On Thursday, July 10, 2003, Joey was laying in his mom and dad's room taking his afternoon nap, when about 2pm, I heard him crying. Thinking that he woke up from his nap, I went to get him out of bed, only to find a wall of fire and a room full of dense smoke. I was not able to get through in order to save my youngest son. I ran to the phone and dialed 9-1-1, only to find that the phone was dead. I ran to the neighbor's house and called from there, while the neighbor ran over to the flame engulfed home. By the time the fire trucks came, it was too late. Fire had spread from one end of the house to the other. Joey was gone, he was taken to dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Our son, our house, everything is gone, everything. Pictures, papers, and a large portion of our hearts. Worst of all, we must fight with the insurance company in order to get any money in order to rebuild our house, and in the mean time, we are staying with my parents. No space to call our own, and our other two boys have been torn away from familiar things that they know, their friends, and school.
Nothing can ever measure up to losing a child. Many people say "I can't imagine what you went or are going through." Truth of the matter is, We wouldn't want any one to go through, or even imagine going through what we are going through at this time. My husband has signed up for the local fire dept. Maybe this is his way of beginning the healing process. I on the other hand, have decided to see what I can do to open a burn center in our small area, in Joey's memory.
