Honduras (a narrative of my life) Stillborn

Stillborn Ignorance can be blissful as I find out information about my parents and family members that might have been better left unsaid. Late 60's, we were all in a car, mother pregnant with 5th child, father is driving away from Honduras as war is raging with another Central American country. Somewhere along the road, the car breaks-down. Cars being easier to repair those days and my father a "Mechanic", decides to repair the car on the road. My father required assistance and the only other adult capable of following direction to assist is my mother. The repair required my mother to get under the car (who puts a pregnant woman under a car?) as my father worked on the top side. The unthinkable happened, the car fell off the jack stand and landed on my mother. The accident left my mother in horrific pain as the weight of the car lay on the her pregnant body. My father raced to lift the car weight off of her. Time was now ticking for both mother and child. The accident induced labor to force the near full term child out of the womb. The child is born, stillborn. My mother stares in grief as the child would have looked a lot like one of her other children......me.... This tale was told to me in my late 20's by my mother. I grieve today for the suffering my mother endured that day and for the loss of a brother I never had. With my imagination I ponder of what might have been.... Since he looked like me, he would have stood out like me as the other white child in the family. We may have started a band together, played baseball together, hung out together like best friends as my current siblings and I were never close or had nothing in common. I wonder what his name would have been?