Tyson Boon's Journal
Final Court Date
Written Dec 10, 2013 2:05am by BreAnna Boon
Final court hearing was today! I cannot believe it has been over a year that we have been fighting this. This was Ty’s first time going to court, and seeing his attacker. He said he did not feel anything. We were asked if we would want to speak, and our original answer was no. But when we found out that a family member was going to speak on Trevor’s behalf, (Trevor had about 6 people there supporting him, thankfully my mom was there for us) Ty asked me to do the same for him. I was so nervous, but I got to tell the judge about the suffering we have endured, and about life before and after. I was choking back tears trying to explain how Ty’s life will never be the same. Whenever he has headache I will always wonder if it is something more. Whenever he hits his head on things (ceiling fan seems to be a common occurrence!) I will always wonder if he will be ok. He feels like he has to live in a glass house, and in a lot of ways he does. All he wants is to be normal again, to be able to play sports again, to be able to have his full memory back…but most of all to have his sense of smell back. It really is the little things in life that you miss the most when they are taken away from you.
The judge said he really felt for our family, saying this was a horrific and tragic incident that happened. Trevor’s attorney said that Trevor was really sorry for his actions, and he also tried to play it down as a “man to man” bar fight, but we all know that was not the case. Ty only had two beers in a 4 hour period, and right before he got hit, Ty was looking out over the water trying to see if the fish were jumping. The judge said that even though it was only one punch, it still caused substantial injuries, and for that he would follow the recommended jail time of 3 months. He also put a 5 year no contact/no harassment restraining order in place against Trevor. He will have to go through an alcohol evaluation, and a year of community service. (I believe, not sure if it was community service/probation) Trevor got hand cuffed right then and there, and I honestly couldn’t help but feel sorry for his family that was there. I am sure it is never easy watching someone you love be cuffed and booked, but it was not easy for us watching Ty fight for his life. I still remember when Ty was in the hospital, I got a call from a couple people saying that they had seen Trevor at a grocery store. I couldn’t believe he was out shopping while we were stuck in a hospital praying over Tyson, and waiting for him to wake up just so we could say hi.
Everyone that came to the hospital and signed the book for Ty, he finally read all of those entries last night. He got really emotional ,and said he realized he wasn’t indestructible. Everyone thinks of him as the huge farm/football player guy, but we don’t realize that his body was still crafted by God, and can be just as fragile as anyone else. It took a near death experience for most of us to realize he is still human, and breakable.
We would like to thank you all for your never ending support and prayers. This past year has been full of healing for the both of us. We know that we have a long way to go, but we are so grateful that he is alive, we could not ask for anything more!
My Life Now
Written Sep 11, 2013 1:05am by Sarah ReinstraI just want to thank everyone personally for your thoughts and prayers over the last year. This past year has gone by fast. I know I still have a long road ahead of me.
My wife, BreAnna, reminds me of all the things I forget even though I don’t know I forgot them.
I really miss playing football. The doctors tell me that I will never be able to play football again as well as any impact sports. I hope they are wrong. Until I'm okayed to play I will stick with coaching. I miss fishing and duck hunting and can’t wait to go this year. Last year I was not allowed to go anywhere without help or someone watching me at all times and it annoyed me. I know I have a brain injury but they can be so overprotective. They say it’s out of love. I'm thankful for their love.
I am looking forward to getting to chop corn this year since I wasn’t allowed to drive last year.
Speaking of coaching: The other day I got to show one of my football players the hole in my head. When he felt it he started gagging. Ha! It was awesome. That’s the first time I have been able to laugh about it because the hole to me is a constant reminder of everything that happened.
It brings me mixed emotions when I have Bre read me the caring bridge site because I don’t understand how I looked and acted. I don’t remember anything that they (Bre & Sarah) wrote about. I don’t remember any of the pictures or conversations. My memory daily feels like its almost not there. I have to write everything down and look at it over and over. When she reads the comments everyone left, I am happy to know so many people were praying for me.
Other sucky things: Its been a year and still no smell. Sometimes I think I smell, but I don’t know what it is . I don’t know why my brain cant remember smells. I would like to have my smell back so I can be able to smell my wifes perfume or at Christmas time I can smell apple pies or even at football games I would love to smell the fresh air. Drs said maybe a year for smell and here we are. I hope that I will make a full recovery someday and I hope that my life will get back to normal. But until then I just sit here and wait for everything to just happen. -Tyson
It's been a year
Written Sep 10, 2013 10:00pm by Sarah ReinstraA year ago today, I was being told by a doctor that he wasn't sure if my husband was going to live or not. Our lives were forever changed... Thanks to our wonderful Lord and millions of prayers, a recovery was made and here we are today. Nothing is the same, and we have a very long road ahead of us, but I am so grateful that my husband is here. I live for the day that he will come home and be able to smell the dinner I have cooked for him... I live for the day that he will have 100% of his memory back..I live for the day that my house will not be covered in post it notes, and he will be able to remember things on his own. I live for the day that Tyson will no longer focus on the things he is not allowed to ever do, but on the things he STILL CAN do... But for now, we are taking it day by day. I really can't believe a year has passed. Tonight we are celebrating his road to recovery, and looking forward to a future that is filled with more love and happiness -Bre