Today is June 5th and it has been two months since our world has been forever changed. It
started out as an ordinary day on the ship, with the exception that we had to get totally ready,
sunscreen and all, before heading to breakfast. The family was leaving the ship to go on our
first excursion to a remote beach somewhere near Cozumel. Trevor and Tom were planning on
trying a beginners snorkeling class and Carter and I were going to play on the beach. After Tom
and Trevor got back from snorkeling we were all going to enjoy an authentic Mexican lunch together.

We ate breakfast together as normal. Tom didn't eat much and was very quiet, but I didn't give
it much thought. He was not a fan of waiting on himself and he was often quiet while eating.
Getting off the ship in Cozumel was kind of a fiasco, but we survived. When we left the ship, we had lots of people wanting to take our pictures and luckily we allowed them to do so, as these would be our last pictures that we would have made together.

We find where we are supposed to be for our excursion, I think. It was very poorly organized and I felt a little uneasy. I talked myself out of the uneasiness by telling myself that I had booked this trip through Carnival and we would be fine. When it comes time to board the boat, I don't feel any better. The boat is gross and doesn't look like it has been serviced in years. Nonetheless we board the boat,
put on our lifejackets, which were gross as well, missing some of the ties.

The boat ride was fine. The ride took us about 40 minutes. We were literally out in the middle of nowhere. We get to the island which was very pretty. There were
beach chairs, hammocks, and clean bathroom facilities.

The guide gives Tom and Trevor and the others instructions on snorkeling. He said it was a beginners class and they would not be going that far out and they would be on foot. There appeared to be three "chaperones" with the group in kayaks. I felt
better and really wasn't concerned at all.

Tom and Trevor left on foot and I assumed they would return shortly. The time went
by quickly because I immediately realized that Carter had to be watched constantly because he had found a friend that must be related to Evil Knievel because he was doing all kinds of dangerous stuff. I finally got Carter settled with a snack and some water and was able to relax a bit. Wel....in relaxing I realized that my Tom
and Trev were waaaaaaay out in the ocean and I began pacing the beach. I was getting nervous. I saw people beginning to walk/swim back and I began to feel a little more at ease. I saw a couple of people that I thought were Tom, but they
weren't. I finally saw my Trevor coming ashore and breathed a little easier. People
were still finding their way to shore and I kept looking for my Thomas. The last person in was the "guide".....no Tom. I told this guide that he was missing somebody....where is my husband? He said, "We not missing anybody". I said, "YES, YOU ARE!!!! WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?" He argued with me some more and told me he must be in the bathroom. I ran and yelled in the bathroom, but there was no answer. I
asked Trevor to go in the bathroom and check. He checked....no Tom. Trevor began
running down shore in the opposite direction thinking that maybe he was at the other end of the island because they looked alike. No one from the excursion was moving. Everyone was just standing around. Some guy that was on the excursion from
The Dream sprinted after Trevor to assist him. The guide finally took the speed boat out to look for my Tom, but he wasn't even close to where Tom could have been.


I finally got word that they had found Tom. I was thrilled!!!! They failed to mention that he wasn't breathing.....I saw Trevor walking back, without Tom. The
guy from The Dream that had followed Trevor was running past Trevor. I began to run
towards Trevor, but met the other guy first and he said for me to get down there. I
see Trevor a few feet away kneeling in the sand with his hands up in the air. He was asking God for Prayer.


They would not let me near Tom. They were administering CPR to no avail. I kept looking up for a helicopter to land and take my Prince to a hospital and save his life. I was not going home without my husband. I just wasn't.

They made me sit down. I asked them for a phone. I asked them for a phone again. I started yelling for a phone. They just stared. Trevor asked them to please get her a phone. They still stared. They offered me tequila. I said, "I need a phone to call my pastor. He has a direct line to God and he can help me." They finally
got me a phone and I was able to talk to my pastor. He did not understand a word I said, except that there had been a terrible accident and Thomas was hurt. No, Thomas was not hurt. My Prince, Thomas H. Bailey was dead and I was in the middle of no where with my two boys and I had to call his family and tell them their son and brother, uncle, and son-in-law, friend, co-worker, etc...was not coming home with us.

Our lives were spinning out of control and I was alone in Mexico with my two precious boys.