It’s hard to believe it’s been one year.
We almost lost our sweet boy last Labor Day. It was a freak accident. A moment of regret and sorrow, but an accident none-the-less. In an instant, a fun, family day turned to tragedy as my 4-year-old son was under the wheel of our SUV. My husband flies an air medical helicopter and immediately called dispatch to call in a pilot, his buddy and coworker, who was heartbroken and surprised to see us. I hit the ground in full panic, scraping my knee. What if he dies? WHAT. IF. HE. DIES.