Mary Jo Bradshaw was a delightful young woman. She left behind her husband Daryl Bradshaw, and four young daughters, ages 2 yrs, 3 yrs, 6 yrs and 8 yrs old at the time of her passing. Sadly on the afternoon of January 4th, 1979 Mary Jo was driving back home to Alamo Nevada, coming in from her OBGYN doctors visit, she was eight months pregnant with her only son. She had three of her youngest daughters with her in the car. She went off the side of the road in a one car accident. Mary Jo was thrown from the car with two of her youngest daughters, while the other laid trapped inside the vehicle.
A truck driver came upon the accident, as she laid lying upon the cold ground she cried for her babies. She told the trucker she had her three children with her. He only saw the two youngest daughters laying upon the ground. He heard a cry from the car, and ran towards it. He quickly took Mary Jo's third daughter from the wreakage. As he ran away quickly from the wrecked car, it went up into flames burning rapidly to a crisp. The trucker took her daughter to her side, and she smiled with relief.
Moments later an ambulance drove onto the accident. Inside the ambulance driving was Mary Jo's husband, Daryl Bradshaw. Not knowing at first it was his wife and children that lay out onto the cold desert sands. The Nevada Hwy Patrol told him of the scene and that it was his family that lay there in the desert. They tried to hold him back, but not even their warnings or strong arm strengths could keep him from his wife and children. Daryl dropped his body to the ground, holding his precious wife in his arms, with Mary Jo's last breathe she asked of her babies, and told Daryl she loved him. Mary Jo died in her husbands arms as it was suppose to be that day. And with her, her unborn baby boy died when his Mother took her final breathe.
Daryl drove his wife and unborn child into Southern Nevada Memorial Hospital in Las Vegas Nevada. The doctors took her baby from her stomach, by then it was to late her baby boy was gone.
The doctors left Mary Jo in an empty room with her baby boy atop her stomach.
I was told to not go into the room, but I managed to slip away from everyone, a nurse was in the room Mary Jo was in, I asked her may I see her, she told me if you like, I asked her could I stay a moment, she told me, I could. I took her baby son into my arms and softly washed his tiny body. The nurse began to cry as I did softly to. At that moment my husband at the time, Kenny Bradshaw, Daryl's brother walked into the room. He began to speak, the nurse stopped him, and told him, Sir, please don't scold her, she only did what I was about to do. I took her baby boy inside my arms again, I wrapped him into a clean blanket and laid him into his Mothers arms. It was the hardiest thing I had ever done. But I knew within my heart this is what she would of done if it had of been me. And to this day I think no one knew what occurred in that cold room, except myself, the nurse and Kenny.
I gently cleaned Mary Jo's ivory face, brushed her tangled blond hair aside her face and left the room, feeling sadness and loss, yet knowing I had done something to ease my loss of my dear friend and sister. Her daughters with severe injuries all survived the fatal accident. I remember going to the hospital, and seeing them, laying in cribs, clutching the wooden rails, not understanding what was going on, reaching their tiny arms for anyone the recalled for love, and sometimes quietly weaping. It broke my heart so deeply, yet I was so thankful to God. Mary Jo was at peace knowing her babies were save and alive.
Daryl's and Mary Jo's baby boy was laid to rest within the casket of his Mothers arms, and given the name of Daryl Bruce Bradshaw, Jr.
As Mary Jo's casket was lowered into the cold winter grounds of that Utah morning, her grief stricken husband Daryl, plunged his body into the grave atop her casket, his screams and tears could be heard through out the valley. His pain was great, his loss unmeasured. It took all the pallbearers to remove him from the hollow grounds of her grave. It was one of the most heart wrenching moments I have ever seen or felt deeply in my life, I shall never forget it, or his words to me and his younger brother, "never leave one another mad, for you may live to regret it, you just don't know what the next moment brings". I lived by those words to this day.
I can only pray and hope that someday he reads this memorial I have written of her, for she was a devine child of God and believed in our Savior with all her heart.
She was a precious Mother, wife and friend to all.
I shall treasure her memory, fondly for all the days of my life.
A truck driver came upon the accident, as she laid lying upon the cold ground she cried for her babies. She told the trucker she had her three children with her. He only saw the two youngest daughters laying upon the ground. He heard a cry from the car, and ran towards it. He quickly took Mary Jo's third daughter from the wreakage. As he ran away quickly from the wrecked car, it went up into flames burning rapidly to a crisp. The trucker took her daughter to her side, and she smiled with relief.
Moments later an ambulance drove onto the accident. Inside the ambulance driving was Mary Jo's husband, Daryl Bradshaw. Not knowing at first it was his wife and children that lay out onto the cold desert sands. The Nevada Hwy Patrol told him of the scene and that it was his family that lay there in the desert. They tried to hold him back, but not even their warnings or strong arm strengths could keep him from his wife and children. Daryl dropped his body to the ground, holding his precious wife in his arms, with Mary Jo's last breathe she asked of her babies, and told Daryl she loved him. Mary Jo died in her husbands arms as it was suppose to be that day. And with her, her unborn baby boy died when his Mother took her final breathe.
Daryl drove his wife and unborn child into Southern Nevada Memorial Hospital in Las Vegas Nevada. The doctors took her baby from her stomach, by then it was to late her baby boy was gone.
The doctors left Mary Jo in an empty room with her baby boy atop her stomach.
I was told to not go into the room, but I managed to slip away from everyone, a nurse was in the room Mary Jo was in, I asked her may I see her, she told me if you like, I asked her could I stay a moment, she told me, I could. I took her baby son into my arms and softly washed his tiny body. The nurse began to cry as I did softly to. At that moment my husband at the time, Kenny Bradshaw, Daryl's brother walked into the room. He began to speak, the nurse stopped him, and told him, Sir, please don't scold her, she only did what I was about to do. I took her baby boy inside my arms again, I wrapped him into a clean blanket and laid him into his Mothers arms. It was the hardiest thing I had ever done. But I knew within my heart this is what she would of done if it had of been me. And to this day I think no one knew what occurred in that cold room, except myself, the nurse and Kenny.
I gently cleaned Mary Jo's ivory face, brushed her tangled blond hair aside her face and left the room, feeling sadness and loss, yet knowing I had done something to ease my loss of my dear friend and sister. Her daughters with severe injuries all survived the fatal accident. I remember going to the hospital, and seeing them, laying in cribs, clutching the wooden rails, not understanding what was going on, reaching their tiny arms for anyone the recalled for love, and sometimes quietly weaping. It broke my heart so deeply, yet I was so thankful to God. Mary Jo was at peace knowing her babies were save and alive.
Daryl's and Mary Jo's baby boy was laid to rest within the casket of his Mothers arms, and given the name of Daryl Bruce Bradshaw, Jr.
As Mary Jo's casket was lowered into the cold winter grounds of that Utah morning, her grief stricken husband Daryl, plunged his body into the grave atop her casket, his screams and tears could be heard through out the valley. His pain was great, his loss unmeasured. It took all the pallbearers to remove him from the hollow grounds of her grave. It was one of the most heart wrenching moments I have ever seen or felt deeply in my life, I shall never forget it, or his words to me and his younger brother, "never leave one another mad, for you may live to regret it, you just don't know what the next moment brings". I lived by those words to this day.
I can only pray and hope that someday he reads this memorial I have written of her, for she was a devine child of God and believed in our Savior with all her heart.
She was a precious Mother, wife and friend to all.
I shall treasure her memory, fondly for all the days of my life.
Mary Jo Bradshaw was a delightful young woman. She left behind her husband Daryl Bradshaw, and four young daughters, ages 2 yrs, 3 yrs, 6 yrs and 8 yrs old at the time of her passing. Sadly on the afternoon of January 4th, 1979 Mary Jo was driving back home to Alamo Nevada, coming in from her OBGYN doctors visit, she was eight months pregnant with her only son. She had three of her youngest daughters with her in the car. She went off the side of the road in a one car accident. Mary Jo was thrown from the car with two of her youngest daughters, while the other laid trapped inside the vehicle.
A truck driver came upon the accident, as she laid lying upon the cold ground she cried for her babies. She told the trucker she had her three children with her. He only saw the two youngest daughters laying upon the ground. He heard a cry from the car, and ran towards it. He quickly took Mary Jo's third daughter from the wreakage. As he ran away quickly from the wrecked car, it went up into flames burning rapidly to a crisp. The trucker took her daughter to her side, and she smiled with relief.
Moments later an ambulance drove onto the accident. Inside the ambulance driving was Mary Jo's husband, Daryl Bradshaw. Not knowing at first it was his wife and children that lay out onto the cold desert sands. The Nevada Hwy Patrol told him of the scene and that it was his family that lay there in the desert. They tried to hold him back, but not even their warnings or strong arm strengths could keep him from his wife and children. Daryl dropped his body to the ground, holding his precious wife in his arms, with Mary Jo's last breathe she asked of her babies, and told Daryl she loved him. Mary Jo died in her husbands arms as it was suppose to be that day. And with her, her unborn baby boy died when his Mother took her final breathe.
Daryl drove his wife and unborn child into Southern Nevada Memorial Hospital in Las Vegas Nevada. The doctors took her baby from her stomach, by then it was to late her baby boy was gone.
The doctors left Mary Jo in an empty room with her baby boy atop her stomach.
I was told to not go into the room, but I managed to slip away from everyone, a nurse was in the room Mary Jo was in, I asked her may I see her, she told me if you like, I asked her could I stay a moment, she told me, I could. I took her baby son into my arms and softly washed his tiny body. The nurse began to cry as I did softly to. At that moment my husband at the time, Kenny Bradshaw, Daryl's brother walked into the room. He began to speak, the nurse stopped him, and told him, Sir, please don't scold her, she only did what I was about to do. I took her baby boy inside my arms again, I wrapped him into a clean blanket and laid him into his Mothers arms. It was the hardiest thing I had ever done. But I knew within my heart this is what she would of done if it had of been me. And to this day I think no one knew what occurred in that cold room, except myself, the nurse and Kenny.
I gently cleaned Mary Jo's ivory face, brushed her tangled blond hair aside her face and left the room, feeling sadness and loss, yet knowing I had done something to ease my loss of my dear friend and sister. Her daughters with severe injuries all survived the fatal accident. I remember going to the hospital, and seeing them, laying in cribs, clutching the wooden rails, not understanding what was going on, reaching their tiny arms for anyone the recalled for love, and sometimes quietly weaping. It broke my heart so deeply, yet I was so thankful to God. Mary Jo was at peace knowing her babies were save and alive.
Daryl's and Mary Jo's baby boy was laid to rest within the casket of his Mothers arms, and given the name of Daryl Bruce Bradshaw, Jr.
As Mary Jo's casket was lowered into the cold winter grounds of that Utah morning, her grief stricken husband Daryl, plunged his body into the grave atop her casket, his screams and tears could be heard through out the valley. His pain was great, his loss unmeasured. It took all the pallbearers to remove him from the hollow grounds of her grave. It was one of the most heart wrenching moments I have ever seen or felt deeply in my life, I shall never forget it, or his words to me and his younger brother, "never leave one another mad, for you may live to regret it, you just don't know what the next moment brings". I lived by those words to this day.
I can only pray and hope that someday he reads this memorial I have written of her, for she was a devine child of God and believed in our Savior with all her heart.
She was a precious Mother, wife and friend to all.
I shall treasure her memory, fondly for all the days of my life.
A truck driver came upon the accident, as she laid lying upon the cold ground she cried for her babies. She told the trucker she had her three children with her. He only saw the two youngest daughters laying upon the ground. He heard a cry from the car, and ran towards it. He quickly took Mary Jo's third daughter from the wreakage. As he ran away quickly from the wrecked car, it went up into flames burning rapidly to a crisp. The trucker took her daughter to her side, and she smiled with relief.
Moments later an ambulance drove onto the accident. Inside the ambulance driving was Mary Jo's husband, Daryl Bradshaw. Not knowing at first it was his wife and children that lay out onto the cold desert sands. The Nevada Hwy Patrol told him of the scene and that it was his family that lay there in the desert. They tried to hold him back, but not even their warnings or strong arm strengths could keep him from his wife and children. Daryl dropped his body to the ground, holding his precious wife in his arms, with Mary Jo's last breathe she asked of her babies, and told Daryl she loved him. Mary Jo died in her husbands arms as it was suppose to be that day. And with her, her unborn baby boy died when his Mother took her final breathe.
Daryl drove his wife and unborn child into Southern Nevada Memorial Hospital in Las Vegas Nevada. The doctors took her baby from her stomach, by then it was to late her baby boy was gone.
The doctors left Mary Jo in an empty room with her baby boy atop her stomach.
I was told to not go into the room, but I managed to slip away from everyone, a nurse was in the room Mary Jo was in, I asked her may I see her, she told me if you like, I asked her could I stay a moment, she told me, I could. I took her baby son into my arms and softly washed his tiny body. The nurse began to cry as I did softly to. At that moment my husband at the time, Kenny Bradshaw, Daryl's brother walked into the room. He began to speak, the nurse stopped him, and told him, Sir, please don't scold her, she only did what I was about to do. I took her baby boy inside my arms again, I wrapped him into a clean blanket and laid him into his Mothers arms. It was the hardiest thing I had ever done. But I knew within my heart this is what she would of done if it had of been me. And to this day I think no one knew what occurred in that cold room, except myself, the nurse and Kenny.
I gently cleaned Mary Jo's ivory face, brushed her tangled blond hair aside her face and left the room, feeling sadness and loss, yet knowing I had done something to ease my loss of my dear friend and sister. Her daughters with severe injuries all survived the fatal accident. I remember going to the hospital, and seeing them, laying in cribs, clutching the wooden rails, not understanding what was going on, reaching their tiny arms for anyone the recalled for love, and sometimes quietly weaping. It broke my heart so deeply, yet I was so thankful to God. Mary Jo was at peace knowing her babies were save and alive.
Daryl's and Mary Jo's baby boy was laid to rest within the casket of his Mothers arms, and given the name of Daryl Bruce Bradshaw, Jr.
As Mary Jo's casket was lowered into the cold winter grounds of that Utah morning, her grief stricken husband Daryl, plunged his body into the grave atop her casket, his screams and tears could be heard through out the valley. His pain was great, his loss unmeasured. It took all the pallbearers to remove him from the hollow grounds of her grave. It was one of the most heart wrenching moments I have ever seen or felt deeply in my life, I shall never forget it, or his words to me and his younger brother, "never leave one another mad, for you may live to regret it, you just don't know what the next moment brings". I lived by those words to this day.
I can only pray and hope that someday he reads this memorial I have written of her, for she was a devine child of God and believed in our Savior with all her heart.
She was a precious Mother, wife and friend to all.
I shall treasure her memory, fondly for all the days of my life.
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