The video below transcript details the profound grief and spiritual journey of a mother, Lisa Hull, following the death of her 20-year-old son, Christian, in a multi-vehicle accident on I-95 in Rhode Island on November 12, 2021. Christian had pulled over in the breakdown lane due to engine trouble when his car was struck by a driver traveling at 75 mph.
Hours before the accident, Lisa attended a church service where the congregation prayed for those who would die that day, a moment she later recognized as a profound spiritual prelude. Upon learning of the accident from the police and panic-calling her son, she experienced an interior phenomenon where she heard him scream “Mom” from the depths of his soul, convincing her instantly that he had passed.
Instead of turning to anger, Lisa publicly offered immediate forgiveness to the driver during a local news broadcast, stating that her son would want nothing but peace. This act of mercy moved the driver to request her phone number. The two shared an emotional phone call where they wept together, and Lisa invited him to both the church and the cemetery to help heal his soul. The driver ultimately attended Christian’s funeral.
In the days following the tragedy, Lisa experienced several spiritual visions. In one, she saw a “square head,” which she only understood later at the wake when looking down at her son’s casket; his right side had been severely disfigured by fractures. She viewed this distressing imagery as a grace that allowed her to meditate deeper on the suffering of Christ and Mary at the crucifixion. Later visions of a partially open door with beaming light and an image of Christian walking through a crowd beneath the Virgin Mary led a priest to explain that her son was safe but in purgatory.
This revelation sparked a lifelong mission for Lisa, who now maintains a book of over 2,000 names for whom she prays the Rosary daily, offering her personal suffering for the holy souls in purgatory. The experience deepened her Catholic faith and devotion to the Virgin Mary, leading her to urge other parents to talk openly about mortality, bring their children to confession, and develop a deep connection to the sacraments to withstand spiritual warfare.
“Never in a million years could you have told me that I was saying a chaplet for my son that was going to pass that night.”
“At that precise moment, I heard what I could only describe as not a voice outside the body, but it was an interior. I heard my son scream from the depths of his soul… most curdling scream I’ve ever heard in my entire life twice cuz mom and I knew I knew immediately this was nothing I’d ever experienced.”
“Christian would want nothing but forgiveness and peace. Yeah, imagine. And everybody has to live with this. And that’s what he would want us to carry on with love and forgiveness and peace in our hearts. That’s what we choose to do.”
“My job was to forgive regardless whether he was drunk. I had no idea what the circumstances were at this point. I just knew it was my job and my place to forgive and I wanted to reach out to him.”
“He cried. I cried. We talked about all of it. He could not understand the mercy and forgiveness, which was not me. Um, it was it was just all God.”
“It to me was the worst agonizing pain a mother could have. not so much losing him, but not knowing is he okay. That just tore at me in and out day and night.”
“I didn’t recognize my son from that angle, but I entered into that moment with Christ because I truly felt it and understood how disfigured he was and that his mother held him like that.”
“And that began my deepest devotion to the holy souls in purgatory… This has become a lifetime mission now for me for the souls in purgatory.”
“We don’t talk about death as a society. We don’t talk about the day you’re going to meet your maker.”
“I would say to any mother that’s gone through this right now, stay as close towards our our lady as you can. Cuz no one understands the role of a mother, first of all, like she does. And no one has ever in all of time experienced the pain that she did at the foot of the cross.”
“They’re not ours. We know that our kids are not ours. They belong to God ultimately. We’re blessed for the time that we have with them. I’m so grateful for the 20 years I had with my son. I wish I had longer, but I’m filled with gratitude.”
A man is dead following a multi-vehicle accident on I95. State police tell us a man was killed on 95 North in exit by 10 rod road at around 12:30 this morning. This is video from that scene. So, here’s what happened. Troopers say the victim got out of his car in the breakdown lane. Another driver then struck his car from behind, sending him into his windshield, then down into the grass off the highway. He was pronounced dead on scene. The impact sent both vehicles into the lefthand lane where they were then struck by an oncoming car. The victim has been identified as a 20-year-old man from Rhode Island. No one else was hurt.
So I woke up November 12th, 2021. It was um a day not much different than most days only. I was really filled with joy and peace and gratitude this day overwhelmingly for some reason. And I went to the church. Um I knew that they were having a 3:00 divine mercy chaplet with adoration. Um the chaplet was begun with we’re going to pray for everyone who will die who has died this day or will die tonight. Those were the words. Never in a million years could you have told me that I was saying a chaplet for my son that was going to pass that night.
I left. I was still in the greatest of moods. Um I was doing a project and in the middle of that it was about 11:00. I went down to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and I said I’m just going to have a glass of water. And I must have dozed off. And I woke up to the phone ringing and it said Coventry Police. And I remember saying to him, “What? What time is it? What’s happening? What?” And he said, “Are you Christian Hall’s mother?” And I said, “Yes.” And he said, “We have a bit of a situation. We found his car on the side of the road. Did you perhaps pick him up?” And I said, “What do you mean you found his car?” and he said, “Well, the car is was just abandoned on the side of the road is what he told me. Um, lights were on, ignition was on, directional was on, hazards were on, and Christian was nowhere to be found.” And I said, “Maybe his girlfriend picked him up.” I I was thinking maybe the car broke down, but it wasn’t making sense because things were running and I I couldn’t grasp what was happening cuz I was still half asleep. and he asked for her phone number and we hung up and he said, “Somebody will be in touch with you is what he said.” And I immediately started calling Christian, Lexi, Christian, Lexi, back and forth.
Nobody was answering the phone. And I started screaming. I was panicking. I was really panicking cuz I just I knew something was not right in my heart. And I was pacing back and forth. And then and and I was, you know, I kept calling. But finally, I just I screamed on the top of my lungs to heaven and I said, “Why isn’t anybody helping me? Blessed mother, answer me. What’s what’s happening?” And at that precise moment, I heard what I could only describe as not a voice outside the body, but it was an interior. I heard my son scream from the depths of his soul. I’ll still get emotional when I think about most curdling scream I’ve ever heard in my entire life twice cuz mom and I knew I knew immediately this was nothing I’d ever experienced. I I can’t even explain it. And I just fell on my knees and I think I screamed on the top of my lungs. I knew he was gone. My son heard me scream. His bedroom was above came down. Everybody told me that I was as usual going to the worst place scenario and I needed to calm down almost to the point where I knew but I was now now second guessing myself. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe this didn’t just happen. And I just started praying to the the the blessed mother. I just started saying Hail Marys.
His girlfriend Lexi called me and said why are the state troopers at my house? And I said you don’t have Christian. And she said Lisa what’s happening? What’s going on? She said they wouldn’t tell me because I’m not the next of kin. And my I just I broke down. I just broke down. And she said, “What’s happening?” And I said, “I don’t know. I’m on my way.”
And at the same time, the state troopers had arrived at the apartment and it was just about 3:00 in the morning and they told me there’s been a terrible accident. He was broken down that day into work, going into work, he went through a puddle and something seized the engine. He pulled over, evidently got out of the car. They believed he walked around front and was struck by a car in the breakdown lane at 75 mph. His body was thrown 100 ft from that accident. His car was embedded in the truck that hit him and pushed into oncoming traffic at 350 ft. And then a second accident took place. So he was almost 350 plus feet behind the original accident which is why they couldn’t find him.
As soon as I looked at my watch, it was like 3001 and I fell on the curb in the street. I remember that. and he said, “Ma’am, are you okay?” And I said, “I need to say a chaplet for my son.” And that’s what I did. Then he said, “We’d like to take you home.” And I said, “Um, I’m going to drive home because I’m not leaving my car here cuz I want to be at mass at 7:30.” Um, and we were at mass at 7:30. Um, and that was the beginning of probably the hardest days of my life that followed from there.
A local family tonight is remembering their son, brother, and loved one. 20-year-old Christian Hull died overnight after being hit by a car while pulled over I95 North in Exit just after midnight. We sat down with his family tonight. So after um mass and whatnot, a news channel reached out to me and asked if we were willing to sit down with them. And I said only for one reason that I really wanted to reach the man that was responsible for this accident. Police have not said if the unidentified driver who rearended Hull’s Park sedan will be ticketed or face charges. Hull’s family called it a tragic accident. Christian would want nothing but forgiveness and peace. Yeah, imagine. And everybody has to live with this. And that’s what he would want us to carry on with love and forgiveness and peace in our hearts. That’s what we choose to do.
I wanted him to know that I was choosing forgiveness. I think I knew there was no choice. Forgiveness was it. I had to forgive. The rest was between him and God. My job was to forgive regardless whether he was drunk. I had no idea what the circumstances were at this point. I just knew it was my job and my place to forgive and I wanted to reach out to him. And evidently what happened was that the man that hit him did reach out to the police because of this. He saw he saw the clip. He asked if they could give me his phone number and let me decide if I wanted to call him.
Um, and I decided that I was going to call this gentleman. So, when I had decided to make the phone call to the man that took my son’s life, the human part of me obvious kicked in. There was a part of me that was hesitant. There was a part of me that wanted to hold on to possibly being angry or not really, not even knowing what I was going to hear. On the other end, there was fear. I prayed to the blessed mother. I prayed if this was her will to guide me through this. I prayed to the Holy Spirit to come down upon me before this. I knew on my left to myself I could not do this. This was something that I needed a grace from above to do. I knew that I had made the decision not to have anger or hate in my heart cuz that would get me nowhere. That would only hurt me. It was the struggle of getting there. But through the rosary, through praying, through our lady, through the graces that she has given me throughout my whole life, and only through those graces was I able to make that phone call that night.
He cried. I cried. We talked about all of it. He could not understand the mercy and forgiveness, which was not me. Um, it was it was just all God. It was just so our lady um just interceding and directing every step of the course of this for me in before before the throne of God. There was no question in my mind about that. Um I I invited him to the church. I invited him to the cemetery. I told him he was welcome to go there as many times as he needed for as long as he needed to do whatever he needed for his soul. He told me that it was a bad accident. He doesn’t really know or remember what happened. He woke up to his airbags being deployed um and them searching for my son and then someone screaming, “We found a body over here.” Um he was devastated. He was devastated.
And I think through my ability to forgive him and my ability to talk about Christ and the blessed mother, his heart was so touched. He called me the morning of the funeral. Um he did go. He did go. He didn’t introduce himself to me there cuz he felt that it wasn’t the place for us to meet, but he did go. Um his his family sent me flowers. His mother wrote me a beautiful letter thanking me for being so kind and compassionate to her son. And I wrote back and said clearly it was not me. It was not me. It was heaven working through me because left to myself. I would have probably wanted to just yell and scream and kick and um accuse and blame and interrogate and everything. I had so many different feelings going on through my mind and my body, but I I knew the one thing I knew at the core was that forgiveness was the answer. And I knew that that was my role in this, that I had to do this.
There was so much fear in my mind and in my heart um about where his soul was. Did he make it? It to me was the worst agonizing pain a mother could have. not so much losing him, but not knowing is he okay. That just tore at me in and out day and night. So, there was one particular day where everybody was coming into my house and I just wanted to be alone. I just wanted to pray. I literally went into the bathroom and I threw myself down on the floor, face first, eyes closed, hands over my eyes, and all of a sudden, I saw this square. I’m looking, it was like a square head, and I’m looking saying, “Who is what is this?” I didn’t know what it was. I literally didn’t know who it was and what it was. I had no idea. Um, and that was the end of it. And I thought about it for day, you know, a day or two. And I really didn’t know until I walked into the wake.
So when I walked into the wake, Christian was at the opposite end of the casket. His head was at the bottom where most people would have the feet. They had turned his body so that you were looking at the left side of his body because every bone in his body was broken from the eye socket down on the right side of the body. So when you looked at him from the side, it looked just like Christian. But when I went to stand over him and look down, I saw the square head. And I knew that that’s what I had seen in that vision. My son was disfigured. And it took me at that moment right to when Jesus was beaten and his face was unrecognizable. And it was like I entered at that moment into that. I didn’t recognize my son from that angle, but I entered into that moment with Christ because I truly felt it and understood how disfigured he was and that his mother held him like that. And he brought me into that moment. That was a almost a gift and a grace because I could meditate much deeper on that part of Christ’s suffering. It was a piece of that unrecognizable disfigured face, but a mother could see through it and could see her child.
Um, so I closed my eyes that night and I saw a door and it was open maybe a quarter of the way and white beaming light was coming through it, beaming. And I sat up in my bed and I thought, “What was that? What was that? I couldn’t even wrap my head around what that was and what the meaning of that was. Um, and then I had one last vision and it came. I closed my eyes and there was a bright white light that came and it was our lady in the sky and there were hundreds of people beneath looking up just looking up and praying and Christian was walking through the crowd with his head like forward. Everyone was looking up but he was walk and I knew at that moment he’s been saved but he’s in purgatory. He’s not seeing like they are. He’s not in the same spot that they are. I knew that much, but I I struggled for months with that door. Talked to several priests. Everybody kept saying, “I don’t know.” Nobody knew what to tell. Nobody wanted to even try to guess, I don’t think.
Um, and then I stumbled into this confessional one night where I sat with the priest face to face. And he was one of five children. and he explained to me that he knew what it was like to lose a sibling and he watched his mother go through and we really connected and he said, “Have you had anything really special happen to you since his death?” And I I said, “Well, some you know, a couple.” He said, “Come on, you’ve had something happen.” And I said, “I’ve had a couple Yeah. really big things happen.” And I said, “And I’d have one.” I told him the other ones and I said, “Here’s the last one.” I said, “I don’t know what this means.” And I told him the whole story and the door and the bright light and he started laughing and he said, ‘You don’t know what that means.’ And I said, ‘N no, I have no idea.’ And he said, ‘I do.’ And I said, you do? And he he started laughing. And he said, he’s a quarter of a way there. He’s got some work to do. You’ve got some masses to say and you’ve got some prayers to say. He’s safe. He’s etern he’s going to you’re going to see him in heaven, he said. but you have to pray I’m out of there.
And that began my deepest devotion to the holy souls in purgatory. I have a book with over 2,000 names in it right now of people that I pray the rosary for every day that have passed, their family members. I offer every all of my sufferings for the souls in purgatory. This has become a lifetime mission now for me for the souls in purgatory. that there’s still a reason that I’m here. He’s had many times to take me and he’s not. So, I am here until that moment. It’s only increased my faith in him, increased my trust, been more grateful to our lady because she’s been with me my whole life. She has been by my I couldn’t live without her. I could not live without her. And I can’t imagine not having her because that’s the difference between somebody going through a death that doesn’t have a faith um they’re in despair complete despair.
So my there’s two things that I hope through all of this that are probably the most important things and I talk about when Christian died my initial feeling was that I wanted to stand on every pulpit in every church throughout the world and scream to every parent. Take your kids to confession. Talk about death. We don’t talk about death as a society. We don’t talk about the day you’re going to meet your maker. I’ve talked about there was a long period where I think I put myself above God cuz I raised my kids even though I raised them in the faith. I raised them to mom’s always there for us. I never said if you die don’t call out to mom. Call out to God. But by the grace of God gave me that moment to know that he was gone. But really when we’re dying our children, we need to teach them call out to our lady. Call out to Jesus. That’s who we need.
Um, yes, I was able to pray for him at that moment because that grace was given to me. But we need to like educate our children. We need to keep them close to the sacraments. We’re in spiritual warfare. Satan’s on a rampage. He wants our children. He wants to destroy our families. God is stronger though. God will always win. If we pray and we stay close to our lady, even if they are walking down the wrong path, I believe that no prayer is stronger than a mother’s for a child. And we know that because we watched what our lady went through as she stood at the foot of that cross and her heart and Jesus’ hearts became one. And I know that no matter where Christian is, my heart, he’s part of me. He’s part of me. He came into this world through me by the grace of God.
I would say to any mother that’s gone through this right now, stay as close towards our our lady as you can. Cuz no one understands the role of a mother, first of all, like she does. And no one has ever in all of time experienced the pain that she did at the foot of the cross. There is nothing that could compare to what she watched as and I can’t I can’t imagine but we need to pray to her consecrate ourselves to her um St. Maxmillian KBY St. Louis de Moffford. There’s many consecrations. We need to consecrate ourselves and our children to her immaculate heart and to pray the rosary daily and to just give everything to her because they’re not ours. We know that our kids are not ours. They belong to God ultimately. We’re blessed for the time that we have with them. I’m so grateful for the 20 years I had with my son. I wish I had longer, but I’m filled with gratitude. So that’s what I would say to parents. Just pray. Pray, consecrate, scapulas, rosary, frequent communion, adoration, develop a personal relationship with Christ. You can’t go to adoration without coming out feeling some form of peace or something changed in your heart. Christ is present in the Eucharist. That’s the message that so many families are missing right now.
Name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.