It was every parent’s worst nightmare—a moment that shattered the Wesenberg family forever. One quiet Sunday afternoon, their world turned dark when they lost their little boy, Ted, in the very place that should have been a sanctuary of safety—their own backyard.
Paul Wesenberg was the first to see him. The child’s small body floated lifelessly in the pool, eerily still, like one of the inflatable toys he had once played with. Panic surged through Paul as he dove in, desperate to rescue his son. But the moment he pulled Ted’s limp form from the water, dread settled in. Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation did nothing. The paramedics arrived in minutes, …
