So here I am again. Time for a bit of randomness. Brenna and I used to enjoy spending bookoo money on Valentines Day cards. Late at night a couple of weeks before the big day we would hit the local 24 hour CVS or such and read ad buy as many cards as friends we could come up with. One year we took the cards home and promptly lost 'em. So back we went and bought them all again plus some. Then found the originals and well, had enough for two years!!!! The in B's junior or sophomore year (I'm not very good at remembering dates and the likes) Valentines Day was so badly damaged I don't either one of us really enjoy it much at all anymore. I had gone to Texas (we lived in Indiana then) to spend a month with my parents. My mother was suffering from degenerative brain disease and I had come down to help my parents get nursing, housekeeping, meals, and any other services I could find for them. Plus my mom wanted me to go with her to her doctor to learn about her condition and maybe help my dad deal with it. I had been there only 4 or 5 days when my significant other called a 5 am to tell me Brenna had been in a car wreck and had broken some bones and was in surgery. I quickly clanged my fights and flew home, little knowing it would be a year before I got back and my mom and her condition would have deteriorated to the point that I would have to relocate them both to Indiana to be closer to me.
When I arrived back in Indy "that man" picked me and we stopped for lunch so he could fill me in on what really had happened and how badly Brenna was hurt. Needless to say (and I am going to vent here.) I was appalled. "That man" had decided since I was away he would have B drive to school herself so he could have that missed morning coffee with his buds. Brenna did not know how to drive on ice and snow that's why he had been taking her to school. He was only two minutes behind her and was the one to find her crushed and broken car and her broken body!!!!She had hit black ice on the upside of a hill, spun out and was t-bone in her Volkswagen beetle by a truck. Luckily she had no passenger as they probably would not have survived. I saw her car several days after I got home and was grateful for the hurts she had sustained. Things could have definitely been worse.
So anyway when I first saw her she was really mad at me. Why didn't I get there sooner, why wasn't I going to spend the night with her. And then after the doctor came in and took the bandages off her ankle, she wanted to know why I didn't tell her not to look. Well I tried to tell her. I truly thought she was going to faint when she saw her ankle. It looked like Frankenstein, all kinds of hardware and dried blood. Well she didn't look at her hip and knee on the other leg when those bandages were taken off. I did spend the rest of her hospital time sleeping on a cot in her room and trying to get her to adjust to the months of rehab that were coning up. We both had no idea how much those next many months would challenge us both and show me some of my failings as a parent and some truths as young person she would no be facing. Part two tomorrow
oh mom, your so funny...it was actually my first year out of high school & it was a car and it hit me head on while heading to work. <3
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