Broken, in under 3 seconds…
every single bone on her right side;
internal injuries easily laid at deaths door.
Only she admits she wasn’t wearing a seat belt,
knows her error and bad decision as the car
flipped over and over again; it will echo in
her dreams and thoughts for many years to come;
the guilt, the judgment of herself, the chastisement
damnation and constant barrage of “what if’s”.
Leaving 5 children to struggle on through months
of necessary surgeries, pain induced rages and
hopeless parenting attempts to change things…
without daily hugs, warm food, washed clothes,
an ear to listen, a voice to scold, or one to laugh;
months will go by, with no one to tuck them in
or help with homework, or play hopscotch even once.
Teenage dances with dresses unbought and no ice cream
nights watching love stories with much Kleenex required.
Boys not watched during sports events, or with girl advice;
because if they ask, they will listen to their mother,
even if they crack a joke and walk away, like they didn’t care…
they still listen. Boys are like that with their Mom’s;
they pretend they don’t listen, but weeks or months down
the road, you hear them say something and you know
they heard you loud and clear, and followed your advice.
And the youngest needing her the most, story time, hugs all
day long, the special last child time full of spoiling;
not really understanding what “broken” means; for not only
were the bones broken, but the mind and soul are shattered
instantly, and will never be put back the same way again.
Will it bring them closer because of the almost loss or
tear them apart as distance sometimes appears to be
betrayal? I pray for her, for in one single second she
changed the course of her life making it viscously hard
and challenging, painful and disappointing, a struggle
like very few others are ever forced to face and in the
worst way possible …at her own hands!!
(I hope you all pray for her, her name is Teresa,
and she will need as many prayers as you can pray!)