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This memorial website was created in the memory and honor of our Beloved Son, Brother and Friend, Harley Scott Walls "H"
who was born on December 22, 1982 and passed away on February 8, 2004 at the age of 21 due to injuries sustained from an automobile accident. Harley's death has devastated our family. Our family has been torn apart from Harley's death, their is an emptiness an a hole in our Hearts and Souls that can never be mended. The night Harley died a part of me and the rest of his family and friends died with him, besides Harley's family he is loved and missed by many, many friends and will never,ever be forgotten.
  
 
Local News web posted Tuesday, February10,2004
Liberty County wreck kills Florida man
Lewis Levine
for the Savannah Morning News
A Sunday night accident on Interstate 95 in Liberty County left a Florida man dead and five others injured.
Harley Walls, 20 of Middleburg, Fla., was killed, Georgia state troopers said. He and his brother, John Walls, and four friends were headed to Fort Stewart to bring clothes to a friend scheduled to deploy to Iraq within the next few weeks.
The Georgia State Patrol said a 1996 Chevrolet Cavalier driven by John Walls, 18, hit a construction barrel about 8:30 p.m. and swerved toward an embankment at exit 67.
The vehicle rolled over several times and stopped at the bottom of the ramp, troopers said. Andrew Hutchinson and James Alexander, both 19, and Sheila Hines, 18, were ejected from the vehicle.
Hutchinson sustained serious back injuries, Alexander suffered contusions, and Hines had multiple injuries, troopers said. All three were taken to Memorial Medical Center in Savannah.
Harley Walls was pronounced dead at the scene. John Walls sustained minor injuries, as did Jason Padgett, 17.
Padgett's friend, Spec. Blair Shiver, said the group was headed from the Jacksonville area to Fort stewart to visit and bring personal items to Spc. Mike Padgett, who will deploy to Iraq later this month with the 850th Transportation Company, a reserve unit from Lyons, Miss.
Mike and Jason Padgett held each other and cried as rescue workers from Riceboro and Midway removed Harley Walls from the vehicle.
When Walls learned his brother had been killed, he sobbed uncontrollaby in the back of a patrol car.
State Trooper R.L. Howard said it appears alcohol may have been a factor in the accident. Beer cans were found at the scene.
 Troopers are awaiting the results of a blood test. Charges may be filed pending the investigation's outcome. 
Police officials investigate the wreck . State Trooper R.L. Howard said it appears alcohol may have been a factor in the accident. Lewis Levine/Special to the Savannah Morning
News
 
I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, "I know."
I said, "I cry alot."
And God said, "That's why I gave you tears."
I said, "Life is so hard."
And God said, "That's why I gave you loved ones."
I said, "But my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."
I said, "It's such a great unbearable loss."
And God said, "I saw mine nailed to the cross."
I said, "But your Son lives."
And God said, "So does yours."
I said, "Where are they now?"
And God said, "My Son is by my side and your Angel is in my arms....."
    
The Georgia State Patrol questioned my youngest son, Johnny the night of the accident as he was the driver of the vehicle. He was in shock at the time, so his memory was not working at all. He was only thinking of this horrible accident and his brother Harley in the car, no one could get to Harley as he was trapped in the car. Details about the accident were sketchy and their was much confusion.
The insurance company hired Johnny a lawyer about 3 months after the accident, and then I learned that the passenger in the front seat had grabbed the steering wheel that made the car turn a sharp right towards the embankment. Why? I don't know and I will probably never know why.
Ten months later, on December 13, 2004 my youngest son, Johnny was arrested for the accident. I called Georgia Patrol and asked them if they were aware of the passenger grabbing the steering wheel, they said no, so I told them if you are going to arrest my son, you better arrest the passenger that grabbed the wheel.
The passenger has been arrested and is also being charged with the accident.
The night of the accident my son passed all the sobriety tests, but he did have some alcohol in his blood, not even enough to consider him impaired, but he was 18 and not even allowed to have one drop in his blood.
They are both being charged with vehicular homicide and serious bodily injury.
My son Johnny is paying the price right now of this horrible accident, Harley and Johnny were not just Brother's, they were Best Friends, wherever one was the other one was right there. Johnny is so lost with out Harley and the emptiness and the guilt he is carrying in his Heart will be there for the rest of his life.
Johnny was in a self destructive path for awhile, not caring if he lived or died, but with constant talking from me and his girlfriend, I think that he might be on the right path. I know Johnny is hurting and it hurts me to see my baby hurting, I wish I could take his pain away.
No one ever thought something like this could ever happen.
Johnny has already been to his arraignment, we are now waiting for a court date, so we need a lot of prayers.
A MOTHER'S HOPE
I hoped it was a mistake.
I hoped he would come back.
I hoped for acceptance.
I hoped for peace.
I hoped this feeling would go away.
I hoped for reprieve.
When my so died, I hoped it was a mistake...it was not
I hoped it was a dream...it was not.
Before my son died, I hoped for enough time in the day to clean my home, provide my family with clean laundry, taxi service and healthy meals. I loved dinner time with my family. After my son died I didn't know what day it was. Cleaning our home or doing laundry were things I no longer thought of.
I did not cook; I did not shop for food; I did not eat.
I hoped he would come back...he did not. I hoped I would gain understanding...I did not. I couldn't understand how I could wake up on a perfectly normal morning, and my Son was gone from his room, gone from our home and gone from our lives.
I hoped for acceptance...I found none. I hoped those around me would understand me...they did not. How could they understand me? My Son was dead. They could not have any way to understand unless they had also lost a child. How could my beautiful,vibrant,healthy Son be gone?
I hoped for peace...I had none. I hoped for sleep...I had none.
I hoped for courage to resume my daily life...my life was out of control. The only thing I was sure of in the early days of my grief was that our lives would never be the same again. I had hoped this empty feeling would go away...it did not.
I had hoped that some day my family would be normal again...we were not. I hoped I could stop looking for our son in every young man I saw that was tall, a little chunky and had brown hair...I could not.
I hoped that I could become the parent to my surviving children that I knew they deserved...I could not. I knew how much they were hurting, but I could not help myself and I could not help my children. My younger Son need my comfort,my only Daughter needed my comfort. I was their Mother but their was no comfort in me to give.
I hoped I could be a wife to my husband...I could not.
I never hope for laughter. How could I laugh when my Son was dead?
I hoped the feelings that consumed me every waking moment would somehow change so I would not feel as though I could never again be in a public place without crying.
We all have a future; we have memories. No matter how long our children were part of our lives, we have memories.
When my Son was a baby,a toddler,a young child,a teenager and young man, I watched over him. I thought I could watch over him for my entire life. But I was wrong. I hope with all my Heart that now he is watching over me.
I know my joy will never change every time I think of my Son, share a memory with someone or look at pictures of him. My hope as a Mother is that we all will find peace and cherish the joy our children have brought to our lives.
Written by a grieving Mother
   
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