I have made it through 363 days. The next two days are going to be rough ones, of this I am sure of. Wednesday 06/11/14 will mark one year since my son, Trent, passed away. That is the day my heart died and my nightmare began. I have kept a journal and have written daily letters to my son, and i will be sharing some of these. Trent drowned at an Oklahoma Lake while swimming with friends. At 7:09 p.m. 06/11/13. I read a text from ex-husband reading "Get ahold of someone in Woodward...I got a call from Shannon?....i have no clue said they were swimming at Ft. Supply Lake. Can't find Trent". (Yes i found out by text. Kind of pathetic on the ex-husbands part). After telling Ally about text, I called Lexi to have her call Woodward Police Department for information. She called back crying saying they are out there looking in the water mom. They think he drowned. The cops want you here. (we were already on our way). From then things moved quick. I called Trents phone, fully expeting him to answer and things be ok, but when it went straight to voicemail my heart sank. Thats when i knew he was gone. Ally was able to get ahold of Tyson who just kept saying he is gone. I am sorry. He is gone. I knew in my heart he was already gone, but i still had to hold on to hope.
The ride to the lake was the longest in my life, and the first words i hear when i get there are "I am sorry for your loss".
The ride to the lake was the longest in my life, and the first words i hear when i get there are "I am sorry for your loss".