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ouple sadly lost their lives while on vacation in Florida with their six children, after being caught in a rip current.
Brian Warter, 51, and Erica Wishart, 48, were swimming with two of their teenage children on Hutchinson Island on June 20 when they got caught in the dangerous current.
The teenagers managed to make it to safety, but their parents were unable to escape the strong ocean waves.
The Martin County Sheriff’s Office shared details about the tragic event. The statement said that the teenagers tried hard to save their parents but couldn’t fight the powerful current. Emergency services arrived quickly and started rescue efforts. Sadly, even after being taken to a nearby hospital, Brian and Erica were pronounced dead by the doctors.
Phillyburbs.com reported that the water conditions were very dangerous that Tuesday afternoon. Red flags were flying at the beach to warn swimmers about the risky rip tides, according to Cory Pippen from Martin County Fire Rescue. These flags are meant to alert people about dangerous water conditions like strong rip currents.
Larry Warter, Brian’s father, told CBS 12 News that Brian and Erica had been together for over a year and were engaged to be married. Erica was a mother of four, and Brian had two children. The couple planned to wait until all their kids finished college before getting married. Their trip to Stuart, Florida, was a big event for them.
“They were so excited about this trip,” Larry Warter said. “It was their first time taking all six kids on vacation together. They had been planning it for over a month.”
Brian Warter’s parents shared their deep love for the couple. Larry Warter said, “You could clearly see the love between Brian and Erica if you were around them.” Susie Warter, Brian’s mother, mentioned that everyone who knew the couple loved them, and there was great excitement about their future together.
The Warter family has received a lot of support from their community. “We’ve been overwhelmed by the offers of help and support. We thought we were going through this alone, but we haven’t been,” Larry Warter said.
On a fundraising page, Wayne Sallurday paid a heartfelt tribute to Erica. “Erica was an amazing person. She was a loving mother to her two sons and two daughters, with her youngest son being adopted at a young age,” the post stated.
“Erica worked at an elementary school teaching special needs children and later in the school library. She also spent a lot of time helping at her local church. We could go on and on, but you get the picture. She was one of the nicest people you could ever meet.”
The GoFundMe page created in their memory has raised over $60,000, showing the community’s generous response to the tragedy.
The National Weather Service provides important advice about rip currents on its website. It points out that while rip currents won’t pull swimmers underwater, they can quickly tire them out. Staying calm is very important.
“Trying to swim directly against a rip current will just use up your energy, which you need to survive and escape the current. Don’t swim straight to the shore. Instead, swim along the shore until you’re out of the current’s pull. Once you’re free, swim at an angle away from the current toward the shore,” the website advises. It also suggests never swimming alone and following the rule, “If in doubt, don’t go out!”
This tragic event highlights the dangers of rip currents and the need to follow safety warnings when swimming.
My Ex Abandoned His Son with Me for a Decade — Now He’s Back, and He Brought a Lawyer
Ten years after disappearing without a word, Sara’s ex-fiancé, Daniel, showed up at her front door with a lawyer, demanding custody of the son he had left behind. As Sara fights to keep the life she’s built with Adam, buried secrets start to surface, and the real reason for Daniel’s sudden return threatens to turn her world upside down.
Yesterday, Adam was getting ready for school upstairs while I enjoyed the last sip of my morning coffee. The doorbell rang, and I thought it might be a neighbor or maybe the mailman delivering a package I’d forgotten about.
But when I opened the door, my heart sank.
It was Daniel.
I hadn’t thought about Daniel in years. Sometimes he’d come to mind when Adam asked about his dad, or in quiet moments before sleep. But this… this was not how I expected to see him again.
He stood there, ten years older but still familiar. Next to him was another man, stiff, in an expensive suit, holding a folder — he was clearly a lawyer.
“Why are you here?” I managed to say, my voice shaky but steady.
Daniel didn’t waste time with greetings. He never did. “I’m here to take back my son.”
My heart stopped. Ten years of silence, and now he thought he could just walk in and take Adam? No, this couldn’t be real.
“You’re not taking him,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “You have no right.”
The lawyer stepped forward, handing me the folder. “Ma’am, you’ve been served.”
My hands shook as I took the papers. Words like “custody,” “contest,” and “court” blurred on the page.
The life I’d built with Adam was about to come crashing down.
Ten years ago
Daniel entered my life with his three-year-old son, Adam, from a previous marriage. Daniel was charming but troubled, and I thought I could help him heal.
Adam was the best part of it all. With his big eyes and warm laugh, he brought light into my life. I became his stepmom as Daniel and I built a life together, feeling like I’d found where I belonged.
Then one morning, Daniel was gone. I thought he’d gone for a run or out for coffee, but hours passed. My calls went to voicemail.
Finally, I found a note: “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
That was all. No reason, no warning. Just those empty words. I sat there in shock, feeling my heart break.
Adam was too young to understand. “Daddy said he had to leave,” he said. “But he said he’d come back one day.”
Days turned into months. Adam stopped asking about his dad, and I stopped pretending to know if he’d return.
After Daniel left, my nightmare began. Child Protective Services got involved, questioning my role as a stepmom. To them, I had no legal right to Adam, despite being the only mother he knew.
I fought hard, enduring sleepless nights and court hearings. They questioned everything, but I refused to give up.
Finally, I won. I adopted Adam, making him mine legally. I promised that no one would ever take him from me again.
But now, after ten years, Daniel was standing on my doorstep, ready to destroy everything I’d built.
The present day
I stared at the papers, feeling rage and fear. Adam’s father. Custody. Court. The words hammered in my mind.
“Mom?” Adam’s small voice broke through. He’d heard everything.
I turned to him, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “It’s going to be fine,” I lied.
But it wasn’t fine.
I hired a lawyer the next day. I would not let Daniel take Adam without a fight. As the case unfolded, we discovered the truth. Daniel’s return wasn’t about love or regret.
Adam’s grandfather on his mother’s side had recently left a large inheritance, and Daniel had found out. That’s why he was back, aiming for custody to get access to the money.
The realization hit hard. How could I explain to Adam that his father wasn’t here for him, but for his inheritance?
The court date arrived all too soon. My lawyer, Judith, had prepared me, but nothing could ease the pain of facing Daniel, knowing he was trying to tear apart our lives.
Daniel’s lawyer argued that as Adam’s biological father, he had the right to custody, painting Daniel as a man who had made mistakes but was ready to step up.
Mistake? He’d abandoned us.
Judith spoke next, presenting the facts. Daniel hadn’t been in Adam’s life for a decade. He’d never called, visited, or sent a letter. And then Judith revealed the inheritance.
“Mr. Harris’s return is not a coincidence,” she stated. “This is not about reconnecting with his son. This is about money.”
Daniel looked down, his face tight as his lawyer whispered in his ear.
The judge, a calm woman, turned to Adam. “Adam,” she said gently. “You’re thirteen now. I’d like to hear from you.”
Adam glanced nervously at me, then stood, his voice shaky but firm.
“Sara has been my mom,” he began. “She’s the one who’s been there for me. I don’t know the man over there. I want to stay with the only mom I’ve ever known.”
The courtroom went silent.
The judge nodded. “Thank you, Adam. Your decision is clear.”
With that, the gavel struck. Adam would stay with me.
Daniel left without looking back, vanishing from our lives once more.
Outside, Adam turned to me with a small smile. “I’m glad it’s over, Mom.”
“So am I,” I whispered, hugging him tightly.
As we left, Adam looked at me thoughtfully. “What do we do with the inheritance now?”
I smiled. “It’s yours, Adam. For your future, whatever you choose.”
He looked up at me with warmth. “My future is with you, Mom.”
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