Superstar’s 3-year-old son dies two weeks after tragic river accident

Levi Wright, the young son of rodeo star Spencer Wright, has tragically passed away.

The three-year-old succumbed to a traumatic brain injury sustained from a near-drowning incident on May 21.

Levi was driving a tractor toy and fell into a river. He was rushed to the Salt Lake City hospital where he was hospitalized. Local law enforcement located Levi unconscious around a mile downstream.

Levi was initially declared brain dead and was not expected to survive, but he still showed signs of improvement.

“LEVI WOKE UP! I am shook, we don’t know much but the doctor said it was okay for me to get excited about that and I AM! My baby is so tough!” his mother Kallie Wright posted on Facebook.

Sadly, the results of the MRI done the following day “weren’t good.”

“We’re shattered but it is just images that suggest a certain quality of life. Our real teller of all will be what Levi does over the course of a few days,” Kallie shared.

His fight continued as family and friends prayed for his recovery.

Unfortunately, the family was forced to make a heartbreaking decision.

“After several sleepless nights, lots of research, multiple conversations with the world’s best neurologists & millions of prayers we are here in the face of our biggest fear,” she wrote. “Levi showed us just enough to buy us time for all of this. We prayed those things were him defying odds & proving to us that he wanted to stay here but we see now he wanted to give us time to find peace with letting him go.”

Following a number of scans and tests, as well as consultations with the medical personnel, the family decided to take Levi off life support.

The news of Levi’s tragic passing was confirmed by Mindy Sue Clark, a friend of the family.

“I cannot even begin to explain how hard the last two weeks have been. From the moment my phone rang the night of his accident, to last night receiving the message that he had to go. I don’t want to focus on the bad or sad, even though it feels like someone ripped my heart out and squeezed it right in front of me. I want to focus on the many miracles we all got to bear witness to in those 12 days.

“The most perfect three year old there ever was. So perfect we didn’t get to keep him. This baby boy moved mountains the last 12 days. He brought so many people together. In a world so dark, we got to see light at the hands of a child. He’s everything his mom and dad could’ve wanted him to be.”

We are so very sorry for this devastating loss. Rest in peace, Levi.

My Daughter-in-Law Tossed My Things Out After Finding Out She Inherited the House, but Fate Came Back to Bite Her That Very Day

I was so certain the will reading would be a clear-cut affair without surprises. How wrong I was.

The nursing home smelled of antiseptic and faintly of wilted flowers, a combination that made my throat tighten. I took a steadying breath as a young nurse handed me Dad’s belongings, neatly packed in a plain, worn cardboard box.

“Here you are, Ma’am,” the nurse said, her voice gentle but distant as if she’d done this a hundred times.

I nodded, murmuring a quiet thank you as I lifted the box.

It wasn’t heavy, but the weight seemed to press down on me all the same. Inside were the simple things: his favorite worn sweater, a small Bible with its cover frayed from years of use, and several mystery novels with dog-eared pages.

I brushed my fingers over the sweater, catching a faint scent of his cologne, familiar and fleeting.

The finality hit me when I turned to leave.

Dad was truly gone. I tightened my grip on the box as if holding onto it could somehow keep him with me. When I reached my car, silent tears were slipping down my cheeks.

I sat in the car and cried until my tears ran out. My phone beeped and rang several times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some grief you have to wade through alone.

The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was my whole life strewn across the front lawn like some kind of unholy estate sale.

The wind picked up, scattering the memories I’d so carefully packed into boxes and hauled down from the attic.

Mom’s old recipes, her china, the worn plaid quilt Dad used to nap under, and all his books — it all lay out in the open, unprotected, as if they meant nothing. I stumbled out of my car, heart pounding.

“What in God’s name…” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the wind.

“Oh, good. You’re finally back. I was getting tired of waiting.”

There, perched on my patio furniture with her designer sunglasses and her too-bright lipstick, was Jessica. My daughter-in-law didn’t even glance up from her phone. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee, and her lips curved in a barely restrained smirk.

“Jessica… What is all this?” My eyes swept over the chaos, disbelief clamping down on my chest. “What are you doing?”

She glanced up, lowering her sunglasses just enough for me to see the disdain in her eyes. She waved a manicured hand dismissively.

“I’m doing what’s necessary. This is my home now, after all.”

A cold knot twisted in my stomach. “Your home? What are you talking about?”

“Looks like you should’ve attended the will reading.” Jessica held up a crisp piece of paper, and there was my father’s signature, clear as day, at the bottom. “Guess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?”

I swayed, gripping the car door for support. “That’s impossible. Dad would never—”

“Oh, but he did.” She smirked, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.

“Signed, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now.” She leaned in close, her perfume, a cloying, artificial scent, invading my space. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”

A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, climbed out, his face twisting as he took in the scene. His boots crunched over the gravel as he approached, confusion deepening the crease between his brows.

“What the heck, Jess? First you run out of the lawyer’s office, and now you send me this weird text? What’s going on?” he asked, glancing from me to Jessica, his jaw tight.

She stretched, standing at last, looking smug and at ease in her towering heels. It made my skin crawl. “Like I said, I’m making some necessary changes, honey. And actually, there’s more you should know.”

Matt’s expression hardened with a flash of something I hadn’t seen before. “More than you throwing my mother’s belongings all over the yard?”

“Much more!” Jessica’s laugh was harsh. “I want a divorce.”

The word hung in the air like the final nail in a coffin. Matt’s mouth opened, then closed as he struggled to process. “What? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am.” Her voice was dripping with disdain. “I’ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, being made to feel like I don’t fit in, like I’m not good enough!” She gestured at the house with a sweep of her arm. “I need a fresh start.”

“You have no right—” I started, but she cut me off with a scornful wave.

“Oh, save it, Hattie. You never wanted me in this family. You looked down on me right from the start, judging me just because I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon. Well, now I’m finally getting what I deserve out of you people.”

Matt’s face shifted from bewilderment to anger, his fists clenched. “Everything my family said about you is true,” he said, voice low and trembling. “You really are a covetous witch.”

Jessica’s veneer cracked.

“And you’re a spineless mama’s boy!” she snapped. “Always running to her defense, always putting her first.” She sneered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. “It’s pathetic. You’re just as small-minded as she is.”

“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way!” My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I’d intended.

“I’ll do whatever I want, Hattie.” Jessica set her hands on her hips, her expression smug. “And there’s nothing either of you can do about it.”

“In fact,” Jessica continued. “The two of you had best hurry and clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops and have them arrest you both.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Matt yelled.

I numbly looked on as Matt confronted Jessica. None of this made sense! Dad hadn’t even liked Jessica! My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dad’s lawyer.

His voice was a balm, calm and reassuring. “Hattie? I was just about to call you.”

“… really believed I liked you?” Jessica yelled in the background. “You were just a means to an end, a way for me to leave my old neighborhood behind. Now I have the house, I don’t need you anymore!”

“Please,” I whispered to the lawyer. “Tell me she’s lying. There’s no way Dad left his home to Jessica.”

There was a pause, then a warm chuckle.

“You’re right. Your father didn’t leave her the house. It was all a test to get her to show her true colors.”

“A…test?” Relief rushed through me, and I started laughing, tears gathering in my eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deep, a laugh that surprised even me.

Jessica’s face twisted, her confidence faltering. “What are you laughing at?”

“Oh, Jessica,” I managed, still shaking. “You really should have waited for the real will reading.”

“What?”

I let the satisfaction roll through me as I explained. “Dad never left you the house. It was fake — a test to get you to show your true character.”

Matt turned to Jessica, his face a storm of emotions. “Looks like Grandpa’s plan worked.”

Jessica’s eyes widened. She glanced between Matt and me as the realization of what she’d done sunk in. Her confident facade crumbled, her voice turning desperate as she scrambled to save face.

“Matt — baby, please.” She reached out, but he recoiled, the finality in his eyes unmistakable.

“I swear, I never meant it!” She pleaded. “I was just…upset, frustrated. You know I love you!”

He shook his head. “Save it. You want a divorce? You’ve got one.”

As Jessica stomped off the property, her heels sinking with each step, I felt an odd peace settle over me. Dad’s wisdom lived on, a quiet, guiding presence.

Matt and I gathered the remnants of my life from the grass, and I couldn’t help thinking that sometimes the real inheritance isn’t in a house — it’s in the lessons of who truly deserves to be in your life.

Dad would have been proud.

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