But 'suspected' and 'knew' are two different things. And when something that horrifying is staring you in the face, it is really hard to know what to believe.
One night, very late, I was fast asleep, and got a call from my 17 yr old son. I answered and heard the scariest thing I ever heard as a parent. " Mom, I just got in a really bad accident. I can't breathe..."
me:Where are you??????
C: On the fwy.
me: What exit?????
C. I don't know...CLICK/
I call back and it goes straight to voice mail. My husband and daughter were away on a trip so I jumped in the car and sped to the 101 fwy. I was shaking so hard and so frightened because my mind kept going to a bad place. I drove a couple of miles South and then turned around and went North. Coming around a bend I came upon my nightmare. Flashing lights, cops and ambulances. And even then, I held onto the hope that my son was okay. The fwy was closed except for one lane, which was moving slowly. I still clung to the belief that he was fine. Then I saw his truck. It was smashed like a pancake. The front end had accordianed into the side of a large Buick. My heart was pounding out of my chest, but I kept clinging to the fact that he had called and spoken to me. That kept me going. I pulled over and talked to the Hwy Patrolman and told him it was my sons truck. He looked worried and again, I should have fallen apart right there. But I held on to the tiniest bit of faith that he was okay. I am looking right at his totaled truck and two ambulances parked alongside the scene. But I held tight to my belief.
The cop walked me over to the ambulance, and there was my son. Sitting up,
smiling, talking to the young female EMT. That is when my knees buckled. But I had been right. Against all odds, my tiny bit of hope stayed with me.
His air bag saved him and the major damage was on the passenger side and he had already dropped his gf off before the accident. The other car was driven by a drunk driver who spun out right in front of my kid, who had no time to stop and hit the drunk driver broadside.
The point of this story? I as a parent did NOT want to believe the evidence before my eyes which indicated my son was horribly injured. There was plenty of evidence to indicate that, but I kept hoping it was going to be okay. Thank goodness it was. But it helps me understand how George overlooked what he did. Wow, this trunk smells. But hey, there is garbage here, that must be why. And my wife has spoken to Casey, and the baby is just fine... It was a natural reaction for him as a parent to hold onto hope, imoo.