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Minnesota
The family sits
Complete and carefree, warm by the fire without a worry at all
"It's gonna be a big one," blares the weatherman on the radio, as the snow begins to gently fall
"Please drive slow," cries the mother before her son departs for the day
What she never knew is that those three words would be to him the last thing she would ever say
"See you tonight, Mom," he shouts as he exits the front door
She sneaks in one last "I love you" before he leaves; in the approaching hours her heart will hit the frigid floor
So cold outside, but inside their hopes the family stays comfortable and warm
Another perfect example of the calm before the storm
The family waits
Impatient and uneasy, pacing franticly from wall to wall
"He should have been home by now," is the secret message in the radio; the snow continues to gently fall
"Please come home," prays the mother that her son is safe and alright
What she never knew was that her little angel will never again feel the warmth of the sun or see the beauty of the night
"Trust me mom, I can do this," he assures her as he drives on the street covered with three inches of snow
Destination was to his friend's house but was forced to make a sudden landing six feet below
No family deserves to be emotionally scarred and torn
No one deserves to give up their ghost seventeen years after the day they were born
The family panics
Terror-stricken and stir-crazy, the screams can be heard from down the hall
" Tragedy will soon come," is the unspoken word in the radio; the snow begins to rapidly fall
"I hope he's okay," the mom whispers in her husband's ear
What she never knew was that the end for her little boy was almost near
"I'll be home soon," she would like to think he once said
Driving down the hill that hasn't been plowed, picking up speed, spinning out of control...coming to a contaminated confrontation with the dead end of life directly ahead
Clear over the guardrail, sailing through the crisp air...straight into a tree
Life flashing before his eyes; this wasn't the way it was supposed to be
The family cries
Apprehensive and unstable, the phone abruptly rings; that all-dreadful un-expecting phone call
"I'm sorry to inform you, Ma'am," is the depressing code in the radio; the snow continues to rapidly fall
"This can't be happening," the tears of a horrified mother speak as they splash on the once clean carpet
What she never knew was that this would be the day etched on his grave that she will never forget
"I'm so sorry Mom," he talks taciturnly, his blood dyes the soft white snow
No one can hear him scream now, a lost and young soul with nowhere to go
"I love you Mom," were the last words to spill from his mouth as he took his very final breath
The storm is now over, the trees silently hold their story, and the world gently prays for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death
