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, Lisa and Deanna, and our son,Ray, 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, 1960~~~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.
The memorial service was held in the
chapel of Myers Funeral Home, in Porterville, California, on Monday, May 7, 2001
