Last Friday my parents and my brother Donald were in a car accident. While on a trip to California for a family reunion my dad drifted off the road while he was driving. He can’t remember if he was reaching for a drink of water that was awkward to reach for, or if he fell asleep. My sister Ginger who was driving in the car behind could only watch helplessly as it happened. She tried honking her horn, but my dad didn’t hear it. From what I understand Donald has a fat lip, and possibly a bruised hand, along with other minor bruising. My dad has a bruise from the seat belt, and possibly some cracked or broken ribs, and other minor bruising. My mom has a concussion, a chipped ankle bone, she bit her lip, cheek, and tongue, and has other cuts and bruises. When the accident happened she lost consciousness. My sister Ginger pulled over right away, and she and her husband Marcio, and my sister Heather ran down to the car. My mom couldn’t breathe because she was unconscious and the seat belt was choking her. Marcio kicked, smashed and tore at the windshield with his hands until he was able to reach her and lift her up enough to let her breathe. By the time he was able to get to her she had turned blue, then purple, then grey. We figure he saved her life. They had to use the jaws of life to get my mom out of the car (it was on it’s side leaning against two trees), and they life flighted her to the hospital in Reno. She is still in the hospital. The last I heard she is still dealing with memory and confusion problems due to the concussion, and she is having some problems with mobility. Heather re-injured her ankle when she ran down to the car, and Marcio does have minor cuts from his hero work. My dad said he hadn’t even felt tired. That he felt completely alert, and remembers checking his mirrors and thinking what a nice trip it was. The next thing he knew he was waking up as the soft shoulder grabbed the tires of the car and he slid down the steep embankment. At that point there was nothing he could do. I am so grateful that they were wearing seat belts, and the airbags deployed properly. I am grateful that with everything that happened it wasn’t more serious.
I had been up in Salt Lake when this happened because of the Liberty Girl Retreat. I was packed and I was just waiting for Collin to come back upstairs and we were going to go, when I got the first call that told me what had happened. We stayed an extra night, but then felt we should come home, as I didn’t know what more we could do up there, and the reports were sounding like it was all turning out ok. We are going back up today to help get my parents home ready for my mom if they release her. She has a hospital bed in a spare room, but it needs to be cleaned off, and we will need to see about getting a ramp in place so she won’t have any stairs to climb. Things like that.
A couple of hours before this all happened, I did something I have never done before. I found out what we are having this pregnancy. Tamra took me to Fetal Studios, and I was told by the ultrasound technician that she is 300% sure we are having a girl. I have a boys name, but no girls names. Any ideas?
Stand for Something.