On Jan. 28, 2020, Coker men’s lacrosse freshman Garrett Bakhsh died after a nightclub shooting the previous morning in Hartsville, S.C. He was 18.
Today would have been Bakhsh’s 21st birthday. On behalf of the Garrett Tazwell Bakhsh Memorial Fund, his mother, Natalie, wrote this article.
It’s 2 a.m. The phone rings. My husband answers it and I hear Kaden Ross screaming, “Mr. Brad, Mr. Brad. Garrett got shot.” Then I hear, “in the head.”
I immediately jump out of bed, get on my knees and begin praying. I grab the phone to look for flights to Florence, S.C. There aren’t any until 8 a.m. That’s too late. I have to get there as soon as possible.
I’m frantic. I’m hysterical. I grab a small bag and throw some clothes in there. We have to drive.
The kids are sleeping. What do we do with them? The dog has to go somewhere too. We figure those things out, then jump in the car for the long ride.
Thoughts run through my head. I see his face in my mind. Oh my lord, is he in pain? How much pain is he in? Will I make it in time? How bad is it?
I begin driving and we get another call that he is being transferred to a trauma center. Is this good or bad? I ask my husband to call the hospital, but he says that they can’t tell us anything. Being determined to find out any information, I call anyway. Finally, I get on the line with a nurse. For some instinctual reason I ask, “Is my son on life support?”
“Sweetheart,” she replies and then stumbles over her words for a second.
At that moment, I know this is going to be the worst day of my life.