As told by Harrison's Mother:
Harrison was born February 20, 1996, his parents third wedding anniversary. He was the center of his parent’s universe. Since Harrison loved anything involved with boats or trailers we took walks to a park that overlooked the Missouri River. That park would be the place where he would lose his life. I brought Harrison and our three nieces to Harrison’s favorite park to watch boats on the Missouri River. We were sitting on a park bench and heard a loud crash behind us. I turned, screamed for my nieces to run and lunged for Harrison. There wasn’t enough time. The van grazed two of my nieces but hit Harrison and myself head on. As my arms stretched out to grab Harrison, I saw only the grill of the van. I lost consciousness as the van drug me down a rock embankment. Severe burns seared my crushed leg. My arm was broken in several places. My doctor later told me I looked like Humpty Dumpty and he didn’t know where to start to put me back together again. After surgery I asked my husband about Harrison. He cried and couldn’t tell me what happened. My mother had to tell me Harrison died. Slowly the shocking details unfolded. Two children (ages 2 and 3) were left unattended inside a van that was running while their parents stood behind the van talking to relatives. One of the children playing behind the wheel shifted the van into gear. The idle on the van, set higher than normal, caused the van to jump a curb stop and race through the park.
Harrison was born February 20, 1996, his parents third wedding anniversary. He was the center of his parent’s universe. Since Harrison loved anything involved with boats or trailers we took walks to a park that overlooked the Missouri River. That park would be the place where he would lose his life. I brought Harrison and our three nieces to Harrison’s favorite park to watch boats on the Missouri River. We were sitting on a park bench and heard a loud crash behind us. I turned, screamed for my nieces to run and lunged for Harrison. There wasn’t enough time. The van grazed two of my nieces but hit Harrison and myself head on. As my arms stretched out to grab Harrison, I saw only the grill of the van. I lost consciousness as the van drug me down a rock embankment. Severe burns seared my crushed leg. My arm was broken in several places. My doctor later told me I looked like Humpty Dumpty and he didn’t know where to start to put me back together again. After surgery I asked my husband about Harrison. He cried and couldn’t tell me what happened. My mother had to tell me Harrison died. Slowly the shocking details unfolded. Two children (ages 2 and 3) were left unattended inside a van that was running while their parents stood behind the van talking to relatives. One of the children playing behind the wheel shifted the van into gear. The idle on the van, set higher than normal, caused the van to jump a curb stop and race through the park.
As told by Harrison's Mother:
Harrison was born February 20, 1996, his parents third wedding anniversary. He was the center of his parent’s universe. Since Harrison loved anything involved with boats or trailers we took walks to a park that overlooked the Missouri River. That park would be the place where he would lose his life. I brought Harrison and our three nieces to Harrison’s favorite park to watch boats on the Missouri River. We were sitting on a park bench and heard a loud crash behind us. I turned, screamed for my nieces to run and lunged for Harrison. There wasn’t enough time. The van grazed two of my nieces but hit Harrison and myself head on. As my arms stretched out to grab Harrison, I saw only the grill of the van. I lost consciousness as the van drug me down a rock embankment. Severe burns seared my crushed leg. My arm was broken in several places. My doctor later told me I looked like Humpty Dumpty and he didn’t know where to start to put me back together again. After surgery I asked my husband about Harrison. He cried and couldn’t tell me what happened. My mother had to tell me Harrison died. Slowly the shocking details unfolded. Two children (ages 2 and 3) were left unattended inside a van that was running while their parents stood behind the van talking to relatives. One of the children playing behind the wheel shifted the van into gear. The idle on the van, set higher than normal, caused the van to jump a curb stop and race through the park.
Harrison was born February 20, 1996, his parents third wedding anniversary. He was the center of his parent’s universe. Since Harrison loved anything involved with boats or trailers we took walks to a park that overlooked the Missouri River. That park would be the place where he would lose his life. I brought Harrison and our three nieces to Harrison’s favorite park to watch boats on the Missouri River. We were sitting on a park bench and heard a loud crash behind us. I turned, screamed for my nieces to run and lunged for Harrison. There wasn’t enough time. The van grazed two of my nieces but hit Harrison and myself head on. As my arms stretched out to grab Harrison, I saw only the grill of the van. I lost consciousness as the van drug me down a rock embankment. Severe burns seared my crushed leg. My arm was broken in several places. My doctor later told me I looked like Humpty Dumpty and he didn’t know where to start to put me back together again. After surgery I asked my husband about Harrison. He cried and couldn’t tell me what happened. My mother had to tell me Harrison died. Slowly the shocking details unfolded. Two children (ages 2 and 3) were left unattended inside a van that was running while their parents stood behind the van talking to relatives. One of the children playing behind the wheel shifted the van into gear. The idle on the van, set higher than normal, caused the van to jump a curb stop and race through the park.
