In Remembrance ... A Soul eternally missed
Let me introduce you to someone you
will never meet, tell you why you never will, and make you wish you did...
Who is he and why should you care?
He could very well be your
friend, co-worker, your son, your brother, your dad or husband.
He could just be the stranger who helped you when you were in need, or
the friendly smile passing you on the street.
His name is Scott Barton.
He was a friend, a co-worker,
a son, a brother, a loving father, and a cherished husband.
On June 14th, 1997,
he was taken away from us.
It was such a wonderful
trip. A family vacation. Memories made on that trip will never
be forgotten ... although some are best not remembered...
Early on Saturday, June
14th, 1997... right around 2 a.m. in the morning, the lives of many were
changed, but most were not affected as greatly as the four in that family
Almost home, just hours
away, they decided to continue driving so that they could make it back
home for a family wedding much later that day. Just outside of Wichita,
Kansas those plans took a turn for the worse. Scott pulled over on
the side of the nearly deserted highway to retrieve a cola out of
the trunk of the car. Seconds later, he lay dying in the street,
after being struck by a car driven by a drunken 20-year-old , while at
the rear of the driver's side corner of his car.
His wife, Teri, heard the
crunch of metal, then saw the other vehicle fly beside their car, then
careen into the ditch just ahead of them. When she realized that
Scott was not running in the direction of the other car to see if they
needed help, she instinctively knew something was horribly wrong. When
she reached the area that Scott should have been, he wasn't there. For
a split second, Teri thought he had escaped harms way ... until she turned
and looked to the front of her car. He was laying, face down, in
front of their car.
Can you feel the panic and
After Teri reached Scott,
and turned him over, it was a few seconds before he took a breath ... she
tried her best to frantically resuscitate him. Finally, he inhaled
deeply ... and regained consciousness.
It was some time before
anyone would stop to help. And during that time, she begged him to
hold on ... help would come. A few minutes later, someone did stop
to offer help. They did what they could, they tried to stop the bleeding
... there was just no way ... there was just too much trauma to the whole
lower half of his body. All this time, Teri, and her ten year old
son, Josh, tried to save him ... as they did, he begged for them to go
... he didn't want them to see him die. He knew he was dying. Soon, the
paramedics arrived. They tried what they could, but Scott died minutes
later, on the side of the road.
His last words were
... ... to his family.
Why should you care?
Scott could have
been your friend, a co-worker, your son, your brother,
your loving father, or your cherished husband.
Or even the best
friend you never had a chance to meet.
No one is ever very concerned
about actually doing something about drunk drivers killing until it happens
to them or someone they love. Unfortunately, by that time, the most important
reason to stop this crime has already been taken away from us.
Dedicated to the memory of Scott T. Barton,
and to all those that loved him.
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