I can remember the time when Nick was in his sophmore year of High School and it was the middle of
winter. He had the flu and was so tired and sick. During the day I had taken him to the dr. and she had
given him some cough syrup and antibiotics. So he took his medicine when we went home and his cough
medicine before he went to bed as it made him sleepy. Nick woke up in the middle of the night because
he said he was so thirsty so he went to get a glass and something to drink, when all of a sudden Bob and I were
woken up by a huge crash and boom...so we raced out to see what had happened and nick was so unsteady
on his feet and drowsy from the syrup that he banged his head on the table and fell right to the floor and was
passed out....I can remember feeling so scared, but i felt his pulse and called 911 immediately. So as I was
trying to get a wet rag on his head, cuz his fever was so high, and waiting for the ambulance and police, Nick
woke up a little, I held his hand the whole time and he was saying "mom don't leave me, don't let me die, I'm so
scared"!, I held his hand and said to him, "don't worry Nick, I won't let anything happen to you, and you won't
die, don't be scared". I can remember begging and praying to God not to let anything happen to Nick that
night and God granted me that wish, but 5 years later, I guess God decided he needed Nick in heaven....and Im
so sad that Nick is gone, that he had to die so young, and I know if he was with me, he would have lived, I
would never of let go of his hand:(