As different friends and family members filed in and out of your room the remainder of the day, Rick and I would tell them about you breathing on your own. This seemed to start an upbeat mood with each person and was becoming contagious. We were talking about positive things like "when you wake up" what we wanted to say to you. Josh had commented that he wanted you to be reminded where you came from, how bad this was because he just knew you were going to wake up. You were David, you were indestructible. We all seen it your whole life.
I was so focused on you that I will miss a lot of people that came to see you or at least get the events that happened not quite in order. I wouldn't leave your side unless they forced me and you know they were forcing me way too much. I know the nurses have their routines to do but they didn't understand, you were MY son and nothing was going to keep me away for very long.
I even thought on this while you slept in your coma. You were a 27 year old man, you were a father of 2 very active amazing sons that you raised on your own for the past few years, you worked with your hands laying floors, you worked on motorcycles and did amazing things on them when they were running. But you were still my son. You were so childlike in so many ways, so innocent yet knowledgeable. You believed and trusted everyone. You were friends to everyone. You made every person you met feel like they were special, like they were very important to you. You made them feel loved and needed. You had an amazing gift. Because of this I was very protective of you. I knew there were so many that used you and took advantage of your trust. They didn't care that if you drank or did drugs you could lose your job, your home, your children,,,, all these people really cared about was good time David. They wanted to go out, let you make them feel good about themselves then dump you off never looking back.
You weren't a child but had enough innocence about you that you became a child to those of us that love you. With that came more amazing gifts. Joy, laughter, the magic of Christmas,,, you name it, you made these events into something we all wanted to share and be a part of. You were all about family. That was the most important thing to you in the world. That is why you were fighting so hard to have the court award you full custody, so that no one could ever use them as a pawn for their gain again at your expense. Your sons are everything. You're pain over not seeing them or talking to them for those 6 months wore heavy on you. It wore heavy on me and later we learned it wore very heavy on your son's.
You're laying in that hospital bed and I'm still wanting to protect you from the world. Someone knew what happened to you last night and they are not talking, they aren't caring. They must have just wanted a good time and now you aren't even a second thought or call to see if you are ok.
I want to be angry but I don't know who to be angry at so I take all my strength and focus on you breathing. One breath at a time, just keep breathing David.
While I stayed focus on you and the family was encouraged about your breathing on your own I heard mom's cell phone ring. She answers but I'm just subconsciously paying attention. I hear her say in an angry voice "you should have told them why the hell did you wait". She handed the phone to Rick. I'm not sure who it is but I know I don't want to deal with it, I just want you to wakeup and come home. I hear Ricks voice pissed off saying "why did you lie, why are you crying, what's the matter with you, huh, why, huh?" He sounds pissed, he will take care of whatever it is and if it's something I need to know I'll be told, but no one tells me until so much later and the news changed the course of so many people's life.
The phone call was Sarah. She thought David breathing on his own meant he was probably going to wake-up and then he would tell the truth what really happened so her guilt needed to tell some of the story to avoid the police because if you live no one will tell her dirty little secret.
Sarah told Rick that she lied, that you were at her apartment but she was scared that if your probation officer knew you were overdosing then you would be violated and go to jail. That doesn't make sense that she didn't call for help when she saw you were dying just so you didn't go to jail. This story will change again and again but later on when the truth does come out and the people Sarah confessed to tell their stories it was Sarah that became your executioner. She supplied the drug using food stamps to pay for it. The drug was for her purchased from a known dealer named Darlene Sexton who also overdosed and died. Someone might want to make sure Darlene wasn't at Sarah's that night too. Sociopaths are like that. The drug was called Fentanyl and it's for end of life cancer patients. Sarah cuts the fentanyl patch and loads a needle with the drug to shoot up. I learned that it's a roll of the dice, you don't know if your getting a strong dose or watered down dose until it hits your heart and shuts your respiratory system down but that all it takes is something like a hard slap to get someone to breathe again or 2 rescue breaths.
While Darlene took Sarah's food stamp card to Walgreens, you were laying on Sarah's deck talking on your phone to Mandi. You were both sad that your date fell through because Nathan's wife got off work and was tired, not feeling like entertaining so you were stuck at Sarahs. You told Mandi you hope you could still get together, that you were hopeful. You told her you had a half pint of whiskey so you drank it but it wasn't very much alcohol. She later told me you were not drunk, that you were talking normal and laughing with her. She said you ask her to talk to Sarah for a moment because she needed you to do something. Sarah got on the phone and then said oh shit I got to go then hung up. Mandi tried calling back but that was the last time your phone was used.
I think she handed the needle to you and the second the drug hit your heart you stopped breathing.
After Rick learned from Sarah what drug it was he also learned Sarah left you dead for 45 minutes while she ran to Cathy's to work up an alibi. Cathy said later on that Sarah said she was glad Ben had seen you walk around back saying bye buddy because she was going to use that to prove you left her house if the police questioned. No one needed to know you just walked around back to her deck talking to Mandi on the phone. While you laid dying, Sarah grabbed the remainder of the drug still in the needle and hid it under her matress. Her sister Jess would find it and throw it away, she would also find your hat in Sarah's trash where she tried to cover up you being there. Your phone was never found.
The next thing she did while you laid dying was called her drug dealer who was still at WalGreens. She told Darlene what happened to you and that she left you laying there. She told her she thought you were dead and that she was going to be charged with manslaughter. Darlene confirmed this when she told Jess at your funeral when she got back to Sarah's there was nothing she could do, that you was already dead for too long, that she was just trying to help a friend not get manslaughter charges. Sarah told Darlene to take your body and dump it at the Esquire parking lot because it's dark but the next day was Sunday and people going to church would find you. But Darlene on her way to the Esquire said she couldn't do that to you so she had her son and his girlfriend ride with her to take your body to the ER, telling them she found you at the Esquire. Sarah became your executioner that night. She told Cathy that she didn't call for help because DFS would have been called on her and she would lose her kids. Cathy told me Sarah didn't want to lose her drugs. So she chose your death sentence, she left you without oxegen for 45 minutes which caused catastrophic hypoxia that only a miracle from God could save you and I was praying and standing in faith for that miracle.
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