This is 20 Years Too Late – (A Father’s Tragic Tale)

Hello everyone. This is a rather tragic story. It will not be suitable for light hearts.

It’s my deepest, most darkest history, which led to my own near-death many, many times.

20 years ago, Germany, 1993. I was 20 years old. I had two sons. Their names will stay with me. But I will provide aliases. My youngest, Mathieu, was 14 months old. And his older brother Sam, 2 years of age.

Mathieu was the happiest of children. He would smile at you even if he didn’t know who you were. He was the sweetest, happiest little boy to ever cross into my life. Both of my sons were all I needed and wanted. My wife and I were 18 when she got pregnant. She was so happy, that I couldn’t even grimace.

I swore my self to her and married her when she was 6 months pregnant with my Sam. She was so beautiful then. Her smile could make a well kept man go mental. She was an extraordinary specimen.

 The Incident.

It was a freezing winter’s morning. 19°F. The roads were slick; the people’s coats were packed on like the snow blankets covering the ground. I had work at 9 am that morning. I awoke to Mathieu; crying. It was 8:43. I had to be at work in 17 minutes. My boss had a no tolerance policy and would dock your pay for too much tardiness. I knew I couldn’t be late.

I got my son and myself ready and was out of the door by 8:51. I was rushing my son and I to my mother’s house, time was ticking. My lateness was inevitable. My speed picked up as my worries did. As soon as I realized, I was going 50mph in a 30mph. I had no time to stop. I skidded over the crosswalk line into oncoming traffic. I whizzed by every other car coming from side to side. But instead I was headed for a large industrial truck.

My whole life flashed before me, time was going extremely slow.

I felt as if I was the Grim Reaper, watching this ordeal from an orb of some sort. And I chose my fate. I came back to reality to see me nearing the truck. I maneuvered my truck to hit my side of the his. Hoping to save me from my son’s injury. It was no use. I survived, woke up in a hospital some time later with a broken femur and head trauma. My son’s neck was broken from the impact. He died instantly.

I remember telling the nurse

“I want to see my son. I need to know he’s okay.”

She looked away, hiding her tears, and replied;

“Your son is no longer with us. He died instantly from the crash. I’m sorry”

I.. I honestly could not explain the feelings after that. To know that it was your fault. You killed your own son because you didn’t want to be late for work. You didn’t want to get yelled at by your boss. Like your job is worth taking your own son’s life.

After that day, my whole life changed. My wife blamed me and left without a trace. The next time I saw her, was 16 years later. She was sitting in a casket.

She died from a fall while mountain climbing. The last time I saw her alive. She was crying and yelling at me, she wanted me to take my son’s place. And frankly, I did too. I still do.

Since then, I’ve had 3 suicide attempts, several broken bones. I sliced two of my fingers clean off. (Irrelevant, it was from an office guillotine.) Many run ins with the law, and overall, a broken, beaten, shriveled up heart. A heart that is set in stone. An un-mendable heart.

He would’ve been 21. I could’ve taken him and my eldest son out for a beer, like good men. And we would be a family. I would’ve still had my wife.

I knew she loved adventure, and I wouldn’t have let her go mountain climbing. I still love my wife. I still think about we everyday. And I wish I could go back and fix all of this. But I can’t. You never can. Life gives you the worst options, and you have to deal with them, or die.

It’s one feeling knowing that someone died because if you, it’s a whole other, morbid feeling to know that it was your own son. And that of a toddler.

Though I shed many tears as I wrote this, it feels so amazing to just scream it all. The weight of this will only be lifted when I take my final breath. But only with the support of my remaining son, and my will to live, I will remain.

Thank you all for reading.

Regards, Mathias.

Source: 3 years ago by ‘time to confess’



  1. I hope you do find some peace now, I’m sure your son wants you to be happy and has forgiven you.
    Thank you for sharing your story Mathias.

    Alles Gute weiterhin für dich und deinen weiteren Weg.

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  2. I am so sorry that your life did not go as planned. I can relate all to well to a living a life in the shadow of what ‘could have been’. I lost a spouse, and later a child, due to horrible circumstances. And so many complain of a broken fingernail……

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  3. Thank you for sharing what had to be a horrific experience as well as the guilt you still feel. It is my own belief that we will see our loved ones when we make that final transition ourselves; I feel it is true with all my heart. I wish for you that you can forgive yourself at some time. We can’t possibly know what will happen in the next second, and you certainly did not mean for your son to die.

    I pray for your peace of mind and for the knowledge that you are meant to be here on this earth no matter what. Please, for the sake of all who have loved you and love you still, stop punishing yourself. Easier said than done, I know. Where your son is, he loves you still; the same for your wife.

    Please know that you matter.

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  4. Thank you for sharing this. It is one of the saddest stories I have ever heard. It is good of you to share, because we can all learn from our own and other’s mistakes. And it shows us what our priorities should be. But please don’t be too hard on yourself. I hope that one day you find peace.

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    I feel bad for you! I don’t think you should take in all the blame like that though. This was my first post I’ve read from you and I’m totally following!!


  6. First of all, kudos to you to have written about this tragic event, a major step which takes courage.
    Leading a life of regret, self-hatred and self-harm is a way to punish yourself and to pay for what you’ve done, but it doesn’t lead to redemption or brings back who and what you’ve lost. The tragedy has already happened, your wife nurturing contempt has infiltrated her life and soul and surely made it very painful for your other son to grow up in the cold shadow of it.
    Accept it, own what you’ve done and let go. It was an accident but for the affected people to keep on suffering is pointless and surely your son wouldn’t want to see you like that. Live a happy life, you deserve it. Talk to him in spirit, become a mentor for children in need, there are so many ways to contribute and help yourself and others to make positive changes. You’ve started by writing this. My heart is with you.

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