curious

Hello ma,

Please bear with me as I tell this story. This is the first time I have EVER put this down on paper(so to speak) When I was young my father was run off the road while on his Goldwing and left to die in a ditch. A passing motorist happened to notice the bike in the grass and pulled over. By the time the ambulance arrived they figured he had been laying there for an hour. He was taking to the local small town hospital and flown to a bigger hospital a few hours later. While at the small town hospital the nurse that worked on him was his first wife. Because of his injuries she worked on him for an hour and couldn’t tell who he was. The following three months of my life were spent in purgatory. It was by far the darkest part of my life (at the time). I spent three months crying and praying for just a little more time with him and an opportunity to tell him all the things I never did. As time passed his condition got better and three months later he awoke from the coma the wreck had put him in. The bad news was he never really came back to us. He could talk some and remember a few things, but wasn’t able to sustain a conversation. he could stand up mostly and sort of walk, but couldn’t get around by himself. We were blessed with another year with him before he got sick and wasn’t able to recover. So coming from a child of someone who has been through what I described. and while he wasn’t who he was before the accident I would give anything to have him in my life just one more day. I couldn’t care less if he was the person before the wreck or after as long as he was alive and my dad.
Now fast forward about 15 years. At the time I am working nights and get a phone call around 8:00am that my wife answers then rushes in and wakes me up. I am awoken to my wife saying my mother has tried to committed suicide. I jump out of bed and got a few details like “condition unknown” and “at hospital XXXXXX” I spend the next 45mins driving like an idiot and saying over and over “please god don’t take her.” She’s the only parent I have left”. She turned out to be ok and got treatment then counseling and now 10 years later we both enjoy life together. I spent more than a few years mad at her and myself for not keeping it from happening, but so very thankful for every day. I can’t say with any certainty that if she had died I would be here writing this. The darkness might have claimed me as well. I am truly sorry you are going through this brother, but children NEED their parents often much more than they realize.