Not only does Patti not have her son, but she also does not have justice for his homicide. There are many unanswered questions that an initial and internal investigation swept under the rug, preferring a narrative that blamed Ethan's Ds for his death.
As a Mother's Day gift to this grieving mom, would you add your name to the petition asking the Maryland Attorney General to ask for an independent investigation into the circumstances that led to her son's death?
Read on to share in a personal Mother's Day memory written by Ethan's mother.
Remembering My Ethan on Mother's DayDon't forget to wish Patti a happy Mother's Day by signing the petition.
I miss Ethan so much each and every day since he was taken from us. My other children, Emma and Adam, surround me with their love. We comfort each other, we cry together, we laugh together, we speak "Ethan speak" together. I know I am blessed... blessed to have been Ethan's mother and to have two wonderful young adult children to hold me up and love me every day, not just one special day a year.
When I think about the upcoming Mother's Day, I can't help but remember the antics of Mother's Day 2012. Each family lucky enough to have a character with an extra chromosome has a collection of treasured stories to tell. At our house we call them Ethan stories or Ethanisms. Last Mother's Day was a gem...
We had just moved into our new home. With an in-law suite for Ethan, the house was large enough to accommodate his support staff, my other children, a home office, two cats and our new dog. We were planning to entertain two of Ethan's favorite people in the whole world, his Grandma and Granddaddy. I awoke that Saturday morning with chest pain that persisted through cleaning the house and running errands. Even though I felt sure it was acid reflux brought on by the stress of the move, I reluctantly took myself to the Frederick Memorial emergency room.
Frederick Memorial hospital, home of the birthing center where years earlier midwife Marge helped bring my three beautiful babies into the world. FMH, where I trained to become a nurse when Ethan was a baby. As I waited for tests in that familiar hospital, I never imagined that just eight months later it would be the last place I would lay eyes on my first born child, my Ethan.
Turns out, testing proved it was a GI thing but not before I spent three days in the hospital including Mother's Day. My kids brought me flowers, cards, and goodies, and visited for a while. Of course Ethan came to visit and refused to leave me. He was steadfast and determined to spend the whole day with me. I knew he was anxious, afraid of the unknown and just needed to be with his mom. I was physically fine, bored awaiting tests, so it was wonderful to have Ethan there with me to pass the time.
While I was dozing off... in true Ethan fashion, he slipped in to the bathroom in my room without me or his staff person noticing. Once inside, he locked the door. Ethan's routine often included a shower after doing his business and soon we heard the shower water running.
That's when it happened... Ethan burst into his best shower voice and serenaded us all for the next 20 minutes. Ethan was a praying man. He talked regularly to the Lord and on this day he took this time to make his prayers for my health be heard. He sang his prayers to God (and the entire 2nd floor cardiac wing), "Please have mercy on my mom's soul and please don't let my mom to die, cuz I love her so much."
His young staffer and I couldn't stop laughing... yet tears filled my eyes as I witnessed his innocence, his sweet love for me and his life with me. He was completely at home in the hospital of his birth singing to God in the shower. He finally emerged from the bathroom with a grin from ear to ear.
Things like this happened day-to- day in my life with Ethan. He was the light of our life. He brought us great delight and it is that delight we miss the most. We are all so very sad there will be no new Ethan stories, no Uncle Ethan stories. On this Mother's Day and every day, we cling to our memories.
So this Sunday, this first Mother's Day without my son, I might just have to take a spin through the FMH parking lot, sing out loud his favorite Bob Marley tune and thank the Lord for my Ethan, for his life that brought us the stories and hours of delight.
Happy Mother's Day my dear friends, may you have many, many more with your beautiful children.
- Patti Richmond Saylor
On Mother's Day, Ethan's family will be participating in a vigil organized by an old time friend and fellow mother of a boy with Ds. Balloons will be released to honor Ethan's memory, at his favorite childhood park. Details about the event can be found at www.facebook.com/events/140249656159651