|I knew something terrible was going to happen to him. For a week I had
this terrible feeling that Mathias was going to be killed over the weekend.
Everything he asked me to do that weekend, I told him no. He had a friend
spend the night saturday and Sunday, he came to me in the kitchen and said,
"Mom, I have to go someplace" I asked him where he had to go,
and he said he didn't know. He just knew he had to go somewhere. Then he
said, "Can I at least take Jason home?" I relented and let him
take Jason home, and he never walked in our door again. Roop, I felt it
was my fault for not heeding the warning I so strongly felt.
At the same time, I think Mathias knew something was going to happen, but maybe not exactly what would take place. Two weeks before the accident, he and I were talking, and he told me he never wanted to be connected to life support. I told him I didn't want to talk about it. He quickly told me that I needed to listen. I told him we would get it in writing before he left for active duty on July 4, 1993. He said ok.
A week before the accident he asked me if I would make his favorite foods. This string bean of a kid ate 24 hrs a day if he could. He didn't even dislike spinach and liver. He would go in a restaurant and order that. I asked him what, and he said, "your beef roast, pickled eggs, and pretzel salad." I purchased all the ingredients, but on Sat. I was tired and figured I would make the eggs and salad during the next week. On Sunday morning, I put the beef roast in the oven before heading off to church. He never got to taste any of it.
But I do know that he is with God. He had accepted Christ as his Savior. On Saturday we were talking and he told me how much he loved God.