Juke Box Friday

Thursday morning I woke up, made my coffee and the home phone rang.

It was 5:20AM, and it was my Dad, he was shook up.

There was an accident. A Medivac Helicopter Flight for Life, like the one my son had been on, crashed, killing all on board.

Later that day at 5:20PM, my sister called. She had not heard the morning news. However she was driving home from work and saw it-- the crash, the wreckage that took 4 lives -- only 15 minutes from her home.

I wasn't anyone who took my son to the hospital exactly two weeks ago, but it could have been. It is eerie-- spooky. Too many people it is all just a coincidence. Coincidence or not you have to admit it is odd that such a thing would happen at such a time and at such a place.

I need to be honest-- my son's accident was horrific.

I just recently found out that if the blow would have been just a little over and hit just a bit different, it would have affected all the nerves on the one side of his face ----altering his infectious smile.

We are all so lucky. As tragic as this is, and as hard as it is going to be--- you know--- his full hearing loss and his TBI and memory issues --- I cant help but feel lucky. Some how there must be a divine plan. Some how, things are going to be okay.

I woke up in the middle of the night some time this past week with a face full of tears. I wrote this down:

I know
I believe
I surrender

Through all this ---- I know, I feel, I hear... something...