People Blamed Her After Her Son Died In A Horrible Car Crash. But Then She Posted THIS Heartbreaking Response On Facebook.

People Blamed Her After Her Son Died In A Horrible Car Crash. But Then She Posted THIS Heartbreaking Response On Facebook.

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On June 2, Ashley Grimm lost her son. A parent's worst nightmare. She decided to use her experience to speak to other parents. This is her Facebook post.


Thank you to Ashley for sharing.


As some of you know, I have gone through every mother's worst fear. On June 2nd, I lost my youngest son in a horrible car accident. I was driving. I had pulled away from a gas station, checking each buckle, and I began to drive the curvy, mountainous road to my family's house.

My son was notorious for doing everything he could to unbuckle in the car ("The Flash doesn't wear a seatbelt, and I'm the Flash, mama") We tried five point harness seats, boosters, I believe even zip ties at one point (probably not safe either) but he always viewed it as a superhero challenge.

He was a superhero because he always succeeded.

On average, I would usually pull over three or four times on any given trip to firmly make him buckle up again. We were only five minutes out when

a large rock rolled into my lane. I had three choices: try to straddle the rock, move to the oncoming lane which was a double line large curve with an angry river at the other side. Rock, head on collision, river.

I chose the rock. I chose wrong.

And yes, he had already unbuckled along with his 8 year old brother. (They were switching spots and I didn't know.) The rock hit my axle, and sent us plummeting into the side of a cliff. Our 13 passenger van rolled and my son was instantly gone. Our lives were instantly ripped apart. The little boy who had been my pride and joy was cruelly taken from me in a matter of seconds.

I remember being smashed between my console (no airbag engaged) and our three ton van. I had blood everywhere. I fought and fought and then blacked out. When I awoke, I was unbuckling my baby from her car seat (she was upside down) and working to get each child (5 of my children were with me) out of the van. When I came to Titus I worked with all my might to lift the heavy van off his tiny body. My 8 year old son was trying to help me. I could only see the lower half of his body. I rubbed his tummy and tried gentle compressions. But he was


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