Columbia, SC — I was sitting here thinking of how much I miss my daughter. I lost her on a Friday in February. Friday used to be one of my favorite days, but now it’s just like every other day: sad. The sadness when you lose a child is so overwhelming; it will take your breath away and then some. Cherish your children every moment.
We waited five hours at a hospital for my daughter, and no one could tell me where she was. So I started calling every hospital emergency room, police stations, coroner and anyone else who might have had any information that could help.
We would learn that my daughter died immediately. Yet it took an officer five hours to show up — at 8:30 p.m. — and tell me she had died at 2:50 p.m. They told me there were other accidents that night and it may have delayed things some. But there is something wrong with the system. We are talking about a mother’s and father’s child who deserved a lot more compassion than hours of pure agony waiting for some answers.
Can you really say the system is working? I know it’s not; I have lived through the nightmare of waiting.