It was at the rather unsuspecting hour of 10:23 pm on the night of June 6 when Police Colonel Aphiwat Phuakinsang, the vigilant Deputy Investigator of Thung Khru Police Station, arrived at the scene. Here lay a grey Ford pickup truck—the silent witness to the devastation—parked languidly in the leftmost lane. Its right front door bore the scars of collision, while a cobweb of cracks splintered across the windshield, reflecting the chaos of the night. The driver, a gentleman of about 50 years, remained present, ready to unravel the string of harrowing events.
Yet, it was in the road’s embrace where Likhitkul lay motionless—a grim tableau upholstered in tragedy. His lifeless body spoke of the violence endured: an unsightly wound on his chin, a forehead punctured, alongside a fractured jaw and neck that bled profusely from every possible aperture. Despite zealous efforts by the Poh Teck Tung Foundation volunteers to revive him with CPR and unyielding determination, Likhitkul had journeyed far beyond saving.
Volunteer S, one of the first to arrive, painted a poignant picture of urgency and despair. He found Likhitkul unconscious, life ebbing away swiftly as blood pooled from ears and mouth. S did the only thing within his power—stabilizing Likhitkul’s neck and swiftly surveying his injuries—awaiting the cavalry of the rescue teams. The absence of a helmet painted an even direr picture, compounded by the narrow road, a gauntlet for evening traffic and a silent predator lurking at every turn.
Adding to the chorus of bereavement was Pop, Likhitkul’s 29-year-old partner, whose grief resounded in the silence of the night. Likhitkul was on a sweet errand—returning home to deliver small tokens of love to his blind mother and young son. Pop now fears for the very core of her family’s survival, her echo reaching out to the compassionate souls who may step forward to lend support.
The embodiment of endurance, 62-year-old Ladda Lertboonkan, Likhitkul’s blind mother, shared tales of her son, the steadfast pillar of an imperfect yet complete family. Her voice quivered as she recollected how he weaved the tapestry of their daily lives, fulfilling every need with a son’s zeal. For over 30 years, she has lived with the darkness that a botched cataract surgery summoned—dependent, yet fiercely loving—nurturing her grandson, a bright 10-year-old, now bereft of his guiding star.
While Siriraj Hospital bears witness to the depth of life’s fleeting nature by performing a meticulous examination of Likhitkul’s body, the judicious hands of the police probe deeper into the pickup driver’s account at Thung Khru Police Station. As they untangle the threads of responsibility and causality, the process of investigation unfurls, demanding justice amidst communal sorrow.
The air is thick with silent prayers, the whispered calls for solace as this corner of Bangkok pauses to reflect on life’s whimsical yet capricious nature. In times like these, the fabric of community tightens, binding kindred hearts and reminding each individual of life’s delicate balance—a son, a father, a companion lost, yet forever etched in the sands of time and memory.
This is such a heartbreaking story. I can’t imagine what the family must be going through. Safety measures on roads are so crucial.
Absolutely! But let’s also remember helmets could’ve made a huge difference here.
I agree, helmets are vital. Maybe more awareness campaigns could help prevent such tragedies in the future.
Such negligence on the driver’s part! People need to be more careful, especially in high traffic areas.
Before accusing, we should wait for the investigation outcome. Accidents are not always clear-cut.
Even if it’s an accident, every driver should look out for bikers, they’re so vulnerable on roads!
Honestly, it just sounds like the city infrastructure failed him. The roads are notoriously dangerous there!
I travel there often, and there’s truth to that. Roads can be treacherous, especially at night.
It’s not just the roads, it’s about how people drive on them. Everyone’s in such a rush!
The real tragedy here is the immense loss to his family. How will they manage now without him?
It’s devastating. Communities should come together to support them in times like this.
I hope they find the support they need. It’s such a tough situation.
Why was he out so late? It’s usually not safe to be on the road at these hours.
Sometimes people have to work late or run errands. Life doesn’t stop after dark.
Let’s not blame the victim here. He was just trying to provide for his family.
An accident that affects a community so deeply demands a response. We need policy changes!
While policies help, it often boils down to individual responsibility on the roads.
I think education is key. Teach both drivers and bikers the importance of road safety.
The story of his mom and son is unbearably sad. Shows how fragile life is and the ripple effect of loss.
Her strength is inspiring. I hope she finds comfort and support in her community.
Yes, we all need others to help us get through tough times.
Incidents like these make me wonder about the accountability of vehicle manufacturers. Was the truck safe?
I think about the driver too. He must be traumatized. Losing someone in an accident is terrifying.
We need to pressure local authorities to improve road conditions and lighting. Prevention is better than cure.
This is not just a tragedy for one family but for the whole community. How many more lives must be lost?
We can’t ignore this any longer. Safety standards in the city need a serious overhaul.
Agreed. We need voices like yours to keep pushing for change!
Everyone is so quick to jump at conclusions. We need to let the authorities do their job before passing judgement.