My beautiful daughter, Shyanne, was in a bad car accident last night. As I raced down the highway to Colorado Springs, in what felt like slow motion, I realized that though where we want to live, what we do, and how big our gardens are important, well, no, no, they really aren’t. What is important is that my little girl who has been connected to my hip since birth and my spirit since long before be okay. That my children are well. That my husband is well. That my family and dear ones are okay.
As she made her way through a green light during traffic, a young man did a U-turn in front of her and she collided quickly and harshly into their side door. Her face slammed into the steering wheel. Her Jeep totaled, the passenger of the other car taken quickly to the hospital, the driver was left with a bleeding knee and panic. Shyanne, in her own shock, ran around trying to help before folks started to calm her and took the phone from her to speak to me. Her eyelid bled and bulged and swelled shut. Her body still in rigid shock.
Four hours later the hospital staff stated the obvious, found as many people to charge as possible, and sent us on our way. By then Shyanne’s tears fell through her swollen face as the gravity of the situation took toll. How would she get to work? How would she get anywhere? Her pain starting to waft in.
Emily stayed with her last night. I will take my medicines and food to her today. I wish we all lived closer. But I am thankful because I know that the result of that accident could have been so much worse. So. Much. Worse. And so this holiday season, and beyond, I will remember what is really important and be grateful each day. Oh Gi Daw Da, Wado, for my family.
Next week I will show you how to prepare an herbal medic kit. We need to be ready when needed.