That gloomy day in June

Life is a mysterious merry go round, full of twists and turns, detours and confusion. We all deal with pain, sorrow, heartache, loss, stress, and life changing circumstances. We must all remember the happy things in life like flowers a bloom on a spring day, smiles that beam out like the sun with joy, the memories that are more precious than gold, and true, heartbreaking, love. It is easy to hate someone but it’s far harder to love someone; for when something happens to the ones we love we lose a part of ourselves.
It was a sunny day in June and my mom and I remembered the flowers in bloom. The white flowers so perfectly displayed themselves like snow balls on tree branches. The pink flowers like deep cotton candy, the purple deep like the accents on the Rockies, and the yellows joyful and bright. My mom, Dan, and I got into the car anxious for the adventure that lies ahead. We were heading to Louisville Kentucky, for a Team Mona Vie convention. On the way there my mom lost her wallet on the freeway and we had to go back 60 miles to get it. An honest couple calls all the people my mom knew in the Birch society. One got a hold of my mom and we were all so thankful that honest people still live in the world. When we met them we thanked them several times with huge smiles of relief.
When we got to Louisville my mom and I picked up Bobby from the airport. We all were so happy to be around each other and ready to start achieving our dreams through Mona Vie and Team. The whole weekend was full of inspiration and our hearts and souls exuberated with hope and joy. Chris Brady made us all laugh with the lizard lady, the grumpy old man, and the cautious husband. Some of the speakers talked about how bad of shape our county was in and what was about to come. My mom’s heart was full and she felt sorrow for our countries condition, but she was ready to fight.
Bobby decided to help me and my mom drive back to Colorado. We said our goodbyes to Mike, Matt, Greg, and Dan, and started on our journey back to Colorado. The days where long and we were getting sleepy and anxious after a while, but we were determined to meet our goal of two days to get to Colorado. I was driving outside of Kansas City then told my mom I was too tired to drive any longer so she took the wheel.
I had fallen in a deep sleep for a couple of minutes, before I knew it I woke up to screaming and yelling. The car jolted from the left then to the right, and then all went black for a couple of moments. I felt the bashing of the pressure on the car and when the violent moving came to a cease I opened my eyes again. What I saw was my mom bleeding tremendously from her head and I felt no pain at this point. I was on a mission and Bobby told me to call for help. I pushed the heavy door open and rushed around seeing if everyone was ok. I wanted to panic but I couldn’t my heart wouldn’t let me. My mom kept asking me if I was ok and if Bobby was ok. I admire how much she cares about others before herself. A man parked on the side of the road came rushing down the hill to see if we were ok. I said in shock “No my mom is bleeding and my brother is complaining about his back hurting!” The ambulance is on its way.” The man said to me concerned. Another person came to ask me if we had a sheltie and I said yes. Winnie the dog was running scared down the highway a mile down the road.
The minutes seemed like hours as I waited for help to come. I comforted my mom with words and kisses and asked Bobby if he was doing ok. The fire department came first and rushed over to the scene. My brother Bobby asked that they take care of mom before him and told mom to not move. My mom complained about not being able to move her legs. The firemen worked frantically to get mom out of the car and got her out with the Jaws of Life. As that was going on I was being comforted by people who lived in Goodland Kansas and thanked one man for retrieving Winnie. I honestly wanted to stay away from the scene for a while till mom and Bobby were out of the car. My heart raced fast in my chest I could barely seem to even breathe but I told myself to be strong.
The ambulance came and the ambulance team placed mom on a stretcher and placed her inside of the ambulance. They asked me who I was and if I was family. I said “Yes.” They asked me to get inside of the ambulance and I did as I was told. Bobby was still in the car. I watched my mom with my heart hanging on a tread and my stomach felt like it was in my throat. People all around me started asking questions about where we lived how old she was and so on. My mom started answering questions along with me and was very coherent with me and the others. The whole day was a blur a crazy complicated whirlwind. I had people buzzing around me all over the place asking if I was ok. I asked plenty of questions every five minutes I would ask the nurses, “What’s wrong with my mom, what’s wrong with Bobby?”
I walked down the halls impatiently waiting for the nurses to get done with my mom so we could be shipped to Denver. I saw my shadow in the window of a huge green metal door. “God is trying to make me strong. I am thankful that I can still love and hold and care for my mom and brother. They are here and so am I, I should feel blessed but I am so worried and confused. I don’t think I can get through this.” I thought to myself. My mom and I were driven to the jet and before I knew it I was high in the sky watching the clouds go by. My mom was knocked out from the drugs and I had only a fourth of the feeling my mom did when I had a spinal disease as a baby. I felt helpless, I had no control, I wanted to cry, I wanted to turn back time, but I knew this was the result. I had to deal with it and watch over my mom. I numbed myself hoping for the best and crawling forward with my emotional wounds.


We landed in Denver and were escorted to the ambulance. My mind was racing a million miles an hour silence surrounded me as I sat in the front seat. The only break in the silence was the frantic movements in the back of the ambulance. I started a conversation with the ambulance driver and found out that he used to be a musician and traveled all over the world. He was not paid very much but he told me the memories were priceless. We stopped at the hospital and after a blurring day the world finally stopped spinning around. I sat in a room as mom situation was being analized. From the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure. It was Ruth and she held me tenderly with her hands and arms. Tears swelled in her eyes.

Bobby was still in Kansas and ZK and Jamie were on there way. Kibbie and Bryson arrived at the hospital later on in the afternoon. The whole experience was a challenge, I felt as if I wanted to give up so many times, but we must all hold on tight and keep moving forward. My mom's injuries were far more worse then I expected and I found out the seriousness of it later on in the week, but she is here and that is all that matters.My mom may never walk again, but we will all love her no matter what. Right now is too early to tell what will happen. We must all have trust in the Lord and keep pulling forward. Angels were umungst us in that early morning of darkness. It is moments like these that prove that there is a God and he is always there. He knows what he is doing and we must all have trust in him.