Willie, Brad, Rodney (son), Steven
They come around like clockwork and usually I am right on top of them, along with birthdays, appointments, etc. Not this time though. This year I let one anniversary slip by me, August 25, and I am quite happy about it. I just now realized that I've not even been thinking about it. Not the whole of August! I know it must seem silly to you but it has been holding me hostage for seven long years now.
You see, at the beginning ofAugust every year since 2017, I start getting antsy, uneasy and short tempered which usually gives way to tears, fears and illogical thinking. I received a phone call that night at fifteen minutes after midnight.
The hospital called to say my son had been in a rollover accident. That started a 40 day stay in the CCICU of our local trauma hospital, followed by three weeks in an inpatient intensive rehab hospital.
I went on emergency leave from my work and for three months I travelled daily to the hospital, then back home to eat, shower and get what sleep I could. I felt like a robot on auto pilot. The endless hours were spent bedside, watching and talking to my kid, the nurses, the hospital chaplain. In between those times, when nobody was around, I came here, to Hive...well back then it was Steemit. I signed up in May and fumbled around trying to find my way in this vastly different world with small success.
When I found my emotions getting the better of me, I would come here and write a post about this ordeal we were going through. It really helped me to get those feelings out and talk with people here on the blockchain. I still say to this day that this platform helped to save my sanity. All that's old news, though.
The good news is that I hadn't thought about it at all this year. It popped into my overtaxed brain cells last night after talking about powering down on a post by Galenkp. I had burned through all savings and even borrowed from the future to get through those months and even years following that accident. I have been caught up now for a few years, but during those times I did indeed have to power down. Happily, I say to you now, that I am back to near what I had, at least I think so lol.
Also, I am happy to say I will not be remembering that particular anniversary anymore. And one last time, I put a link below to my son's going home post. I don't want to speak of it anymore, nor live in the shadow of the past and with this post I am free.