THE DAY OUR BOBBY'S JOURNEY BEGAN WAS THE DAY PART OF OUR LIVES ENDED.....
My Bobby had chronic back and leg pain for several years. I took him to neurologists, pain management
clinic, and they even sent him to a shrink. Just to look at him most of the time, you would never know anything was wrong
because he was not a complainer. He was on some pretty strong pain medication, but most of the time it did very little for
his pain. The day before he passed away, I took him to the pain management clinic again, and they started him on a duragesic
pain patch. He felt better than he had felt in months. He even trimmed one of my trees. He told me it was good to have less
pain.
Then, the next afternoon at about 2:15, I stopped by his house on my way to work, as I often
did. His wife had gone to fill out an application for a house they both wanted to rent. I knew something was wrong when I
pulled up because he usually came to meet me. I went up to the door and knocked, no answer. I looked through the glass in
the door and saw him lying on the floor. I got this very strange feeling I can't explain. I went in and tried to arouse him,
but it was no use. I have been trained in CPR, but nothing I did helped him. I called 911. I was so upset I couldn't remember
the address. I somehow got cut off. I called back and they said they had the address and the ambulance was on its way. The
EMT's worked on him for several minutes, and got no response. They asked me what I wanted them to do. I told them to do everything
they could, and they did. I could tell from looking at their instruments that it wasn't working. I said 'You're not getting
anything, are you'? They shook their head and said, 'No, Mam', to which I replied, 'I didn't think so.' I raced to the ER
behind the ambulance and called my husband on the way. I dreaded for the Drs. to come out because I knew what they would say.
And they did. My son was already gone before he got there. They said they worked on him extra long because of his age.
The hardest thing we have ever had to do in our lives was to call our two daughters, and our
son, and tell them that their brother, whom they loved so very much, was gone.. . They almost worshipped their big brother.
It was also hard for my daughter-in-law and us to tell their three children that their daddy was gone. May 2, 2001 was indeed
the worst day of my life. If I had just gotten there a few minutes sooner, maybe I could have helped my son.
Bobby O'Brian Lackey
July 27, 1962~~~May 2, 2001
Forever loved and missed!
To this day I still do not know what happened and why he left us.
Bobby was also an 11 year cancer survivor. He had his entire jaw bone removed.
