I'm Nancy McMicken and I lost my forever 37 year old son, Jamie, on June 15, 2019. I remember the day vividly. I had just got to Water Country USA with my two sisters, Dori and Cyndi, with Cyndi's husband and kids. It was supposed to be a great day. I was in the restroom changing into my swim suit when my sister, Cyndi, came into the room and said my phone had been ringing. I had left it outside with her. When I got out there, I saw that my son, Michael, had called. He had also texted me, saying "Call me as soon as possible, with a "911". I called him immediately and he said that he was on his way to Jamie's condo. His dad was there and saw Jamie lying on the floor. Hid dad had tried to call him several times with no response, so he went to his house. Jamie wouldn't answer the door, so his Dad walked around to where there is a big window to see if he could see him. And, there he was lying on the floor. He immediately called 911 and then called Michael. Michael told me that his dad said Jamie looked dead. Neither of us believed that right then, and Michael and I talked about meeting at the hospital as soon as he found out where they would take Jamie. I was about an hour and half away. I was in a state of shock and couldn't find my way out of the park, so I had to ask for directions. When I got to my car, I prayed that God would enable me to stay calm and drive safely. He answered my prayer. My mind went totally blank and I just concentrated on my driving. After about 45 minutes of driving, Michael called me back to see how far I was. The police wanted to wait for me before going in to secure the scene and start their investigation. I asked what hospital Jamie was at and Michael said he wasn't going to the hospital. He was still there. So, "he is dead", I had to ask. And, Michael said "yes". I knew I was still 45 minutes away, so I told him to go ahead and give the police permisssion to start. This meant that I would not be able to go in and see Jamie when I arrived. My husband was working the night shift and was asleep. So, I didn't call him right away. I waited until I was about 20 minutes from the house and then called him. There was no hurry now, so I picked him up and we went to Jamie's condo. Jamie's dad, Lloyd, was there with my son, Michael, his wife Rachel, and my grandson, Archer. Jamie's service dog, Glaze was also there. He kept trying to go back into the condo. At that point, there was nothing anyone could do. We also just stood there, hugged, and cried.
We suspected that Jamie had died from an epileptic seizure and that was confirmed with the autopsy report four months later. He had ran out of a certain medication, and had been trying to get a refill for the past week. For some reason, his doctor was not responding. I found out later that Jamie had been having a lot of seizures that week. He had told his friends, but not his family. He friends obviously didn't understand the seriousness of it. I guess Jamie didn't, either. Because he didn't try to get help. There are a lot of "should've, would've, and could'ves" that run through my mind. But dwelling on those do not help me, and they can't help Jamie, now. I just have to live one day at a time and try to heal.