Ehatcher
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Im sorry if this is hard to read or isnt legible, Im trying to type fighting through tears.
In the early morning hours of May 15th 2006, My cousin John was Killed in an Auto accident involving alcohol. He was more than a cousin to me, my brother, and my cousin Jeremy. He was a brother to us. In our eyes we were all 4 brothers and best friends. He was 20 years old. He was eager to celebrate his 21st birthday, which was only a few short days away, May 23.
He was a bouncer at a local night club and had "status" with other clubs around town. His other bouncer buddies, knowling he was underage decided to sneak him into another club. He told us he had never done this before, and he wasnt one to lie so we believed him. He told my brother and my other cousin about going for his BDay with his buddies the night before and we fucking BEGGED him not to go out with them, and to wait for his birthday so we all could go out together, seeing that I was going to be the Designated Driver because I was under age. His safe return was guaranteed.
May 15th 2006: I was at work doing my cold prep duties, i get a message from my manager telling me I have a phone call. It was odd seeing that i never got a call at work. It was my brother, He told me to come home, it was important. I flew, home and as soon as i walked in the door my brother screamed "he's gone, John's dead".
Back to the night before. They had carpooled from the other club back to the club that they worked at. I dont know why anyone let John drive home after they all got back . He was visibly drunk in the videos played back at the court hearings, vomiting on himself and falling. He was so drunk that the spot where he wrecked was LESS THAN A MILE from where he worked. The very first curve he came to, was his last. He had wrecked his Explorer through a guardrail, down a 30ft embankment,and through a bunch of trees.
The cops and investigators claim that he wrecked somewhere between 1:45 and 2:30 AM. The wreckage and his body were not found until around 6:50 AM. I dont know if he was still alive for any amount of time after he wrecked or he was killed instantly. That part bugs me everytime I think about it. What if he was alive down there begging for help for over an hour? What if there were a chance he could have lived?
The entire week and his funeral made me feel like life was unfair. Why did he have to be taken from us? WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE STUPID ENOUGH TO BE SO DRUNK AND TRY TO DRIVE HOME??? I can't be mad at him though. He was basically my brother, our brother, now he is gone. And the last thing i got to say to him was "see ya tomorrow man, later."
For anyone else that has went through a tragedy today, yesterday, or years ago I feel your pain. The pain is still here, even on the 3 year anniversary of his death, but every day that passes does heal. Dealing with it gets easier, but the memory remains. Tell your family members that you love them, that you appreciate them, and be sure that when you tell them bye, make it count because you never know when will be your or their last day on this planet. I know Im sorry for not telling him these things, and i kick myself in the ass because of it. It does make me feel better knowing that he really did know how much we loved him even though we didn't say it all the time.
RIP Johnathon Fredrick Hatcher
In the early morning hours of May 15th 2006, My cousin John was Killed in an Auto accident involving alcohol. He was more than a cousin to me, my brother, and my cousin Jeremy. He was a brother to us. In our eyes we were all 4 brothers and best friends. He was 20 years old. He was eager to celebrate his 21st birthday, which was only a few short days away, May 23.
He was a bouncer at a local night club and had "status" with other clubs around town. His other bouncer buddies, knowling he was underage decided to sneak him into another club. He told us he had never done this before, and he wasnt one to lie so we believed him. He told my brother and my other cousin about going for his BDay with his buddies the night before and we fucking BEGGED him not to go out with them, and to wait for his birthday so we all could go out together, seeing that I was going to be the Designated Driver because I was under age. His safe return was guaranteed.
May 15th 2006: I was at work doing my cold prep duties, i get a message from my manager telling me I have a phone call. It was odd seeing that i never got a call at work. It was my brother, He told me to come home, it was important. I flew, home and as soon as i walked in the door my brother screamed "he's gone, John's dead".
Back to the night before. They had carpooled from the other club back to the club that they worked at. I dont know why anyone let John drive home after they all got back . He was visibly drunk in the videos played back at the court hearings, vomiting on himself and falling. He was so drunk that the spot where he wrecked was LESS THAN A MILE from where he worked. The very first curve he came to, was his last. He had wrecked his Explorer through a guardrail, down a 30ft embankment,and through a bunch of trees.
The cops and investigators claim that he wrecked somewhere between 1:45 and 2:30 AM. The wreckage and his body were not found until around 6:50 AM. I dont know if he was still alive for any amount of time after he wrecked or he was killed instantly. That part bugs me everytime I think about it. What if he was alive down there begging for help for over an hour? What if there were a chance he could have lived?
The entire week and his funeral made me feel like life was unfair. Why did he have to be taken from us? WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE STUPID ENOUGH TO BE SO DRUNK AND TRY TO DRIVE HOME??? I can't be mad at him though. He was basically my brother, our brother, now he is gone. And the last thing i got to say to him was "see ya tomorrow man, later."
For anyone else that has went through a tragedy today, yesterday, or years ago I feel your pain. The pain is still here, even on the 3 year anniversary of his death, but every day that passes does heal. Dealing with it gets easier, but the memory remains. Tell your family members that you love them, that you appreciate them, and be sure that when you tell them bye, make it count because you never know when will be your or their last day on this planet. I know Im sorry for not telling him these things, and i kick myself in the ass because of it. It does make me feel better knowing that he really did know how much we loved him even though we didn't say it all the time.
RIP Johnathon Fredrick Hatcher
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