He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
In February 2007, I began to work at Law Firm. We handled personal injury, medical malpractice and wrongful death suits. I started off doing all the generic boring day to day secretarial work; Filing, answering phones, scheduling appointments etc. I had been working there for nearly two years when I received the phone call that would stay with me forever. This is the story of how I came to know the man who was, Ernest Girroir.
On November 28, 2008 our office received a phone call from a distraught woman, her name was Karla Girroir. She stated her husband was in a…show more content… Girroir and the girls out so they would not get wet; from the look on their faces I knew it wasn’t good. I parked the car and opened my umbrella I felt the sloshing of the water beneath my feet with each step. I sat in the waiting room, anticipating the moment when they would come out of Mr. Girroir’s room. I saw Mrs. Girroir first; she had a blank expression on her face. No tears, only shock. I could hear Annabelle and Helens whimpers down the hall. I knew he was gone, what a day to die.
The ride home was much different than the ride to the hospital, Mrs. Girroir reminisced about all the good and the bad times they shared. She told me how he served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War and got several Medals of Honor. She told me the story of how they met in Honduras while he was stationed there. She grinned as she explained how he told her father he would marry her before they even spoke to one another. He was a very confident man, very romantic, yet stubborn and sarcastic. I glanced in the rearview mirror at the girls and saw them smiling listening intently to their mothers stories. The mood was no longer melancholy but lighthearted almost mirthful. We attended the funeral, Janice and I. We had become a part of their family, experienced both sorrow and pain alongside them.
The semi truck driver, Juan Gonzales* was never charged, as Mr. Girroir was driving home to his family on Thanksgivings eve Mr. Gonzales made a turn thinking he could make it