On Christmas day my two daughters and my son-in-law were in a very serious car accident. They hit a patch of ice on highway five went off the road and rolled their CRV three times. Ali and Blake were belted in, but Tasha was thrown from the back seat of the car. The call from Ali while she rode in the ambulance with Blake was nothing less than surreal. She was in a panic because she was so uncertain of Tasha's condition. I let her know we would meet her at the hospital and let her go. As I was shaking I remember saying "I can't do this." I was at John's house and after the call, his mom, Mary, kept asking me questions, I kept answering "I don't know." Then it dawned on me that Ali probably had answers to some of these questions, so I called her back. I then learned that the person staying with Ali and Blake at the car had assured her that Tasha was conscience, talking and aware of what had happened. She just didn't have any details about her physical condition. I also learned that Blake was going to be okay. Thank goodness for Mary's persistence. Our ride to the emergency room was a little more bearable.
Blake had a concussion, and both he and Ali were pretty banged and scratched up, but they were treated and released. Tasha had several broken bones and was admitted to the hospital.
This piece is about her strength. The kid was up and walking within two days, this with a leg that was broken in two places, and a broken collar bone. All with maintaining her funny sarcastic sense of humor. A characteristic of hers that has always reminded me of her grandfather, and will often make me laugh out loud.
On the unlikely off-chance that one of you might read this: I wish I could thank all the people who stopped at the crash site to help. People who were most certainly late to their own family gatherings in order to help my family. Thank you to those who gave up their blankets and their coats to keep Tasha warm. And thank you to the woman who was first there, and remained by Tasha's side, holding her head up out of the snow until the ambulance got there. It may sound corny... but I don't care, I have to say that it is this act of "stepping up" that is what separates us as humans.
I want to thank Tasha's friends who visited her at the hospital and showered her with attention and gifts.
And... thank you Grandma and Grandpa Isley for your repeated visits to the crash scene, recovering all the Christmas presents that were strewn and buried everywhere. I do believe you found most if not everything! Truly Awesome!
I know that I am very lucky. I realize that. But, I can't stop thinking about how I could have lost everything in that one moment, that one day. How could I have survived that? Well, honestly, I don't doubt that I wouldn't have. Fortunately, I won't have to.
Finally, I would like to wish everyone a very belated Merry Christmas. I sincerely hope it passed leaving everyone happy and healthy. Sincerely I do, from the bottom of my heart.
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