by Tonya Wells
(Uniontown Ky USA)
Cody Vaughn with his daughter Haleigh
I was at work when I received a call around four o’clock pm. It was Kayleigh, my son Cody's fiancée. She was screaming and crying. The only thing I could make out was that Cody had been involved in a really bad two vehicle car accident. My heart felt as if it were going to explode out of my chest. I jumped in my truck and took off to the scene. The whole time I kept telling myself that it would not be that bad. Kayleigh must have been exaggerating. Before I could arrive, she called me back and said the life flight helicopters were on their way. Okay, I thought, it is bad but, if they are sending helicopters then maybe he is just badly injured. He will be okay. Once I arrived on the scene, I knew that there was no way he could have survived. I screamed and ran toward his car, but the officers on the scene would not let me through. I begged them, "Please just let me see him, tell me that he is alive." They would not tell me anything other than they would let me know something as soon as possible. I stood on that highway for more than an hour, along with what seemed like one hundred other people, all trying to tell me to stay calm. We were all praying that he was alive. I watched as two helicopters flew in and lifted off, taking the two people from the other vehicle to the hospital. I listened to the sirens of the ambulance, screeching like hawks, as it drove hurriedly past me carrying the young boy, who was a passenger in
my son’s car, to the hospital. I stood there praying and pleading with God for a miracle. Then, coming towards the scene was my biggest fear, the coroner’s van. The coroner stepped out of his van and walked down to the scene. That’s when I knew, though they had not yet told me, that my beautiful son was gone. I felt it in my heart. When he returned, he walked straight up to me and my family. The words “I'm sorry.” rolled from his lips, followed by “There was nothing they could do to save him. He died upon impact from the wreck.” My first-born child Cody was only eighteen years old. His car was hit by a drunk driver, who just had to have one more drink. God took my son home that afternoon, leaving us with nothing but memories. But, I did not want just memories. I wanted my son back.
Cody Matthew Vaughn was only 18 years old and was killed six days before his 19th birthday by a drunk driver. It happened on S.R. 360 in Uniontown Ky on Febuary 6th 2011 (SuperBowl Sunday) around 4pm because someone just had to have one more drink. Now, his 2 year old daughter Haleigh will never remember what it is like to have a father hold her. Please people if you have a heart at all imagine the heartache that our family has went through and don't drink and drive. It could be your family standing on the side of that highway praying for you or someone else's who you, by driving drunk, have killed. I'm not saying don't drink I'm saying that if you do just don't drive.