The time of year for memories

When I was young my family was the best. As I grew and learned, I wonder if life then, was the best, because I was unknowing. Parents did try to keep certain topics away from the children back then. I loved my family then and what it has grown into now.

There have been a couple or more bumps in our lives. Today I want to share a part of it. My parents were very socially active people in the Parent Teacher Association. My parent one or both were always at school doing this or that. Everyone knew them and they were well respected. They helped with church functions also. The whole family participated together.

Mom had day care center in our home with up to eight children. She also did odd jobs for others like sewing, ironing, and cleaning.

My father was a fire fighter in our neighborhood. When not at fire station he would do roofing, plumbing, auto work and many other odd jobs.

While I was at church camp one summer. I got really sick feeling. The camp could not figure out why or what was wrong with me. That was not the worst of it. Time came to go home and my parents sent someone from church to pick me up. I asked where my parents were, no one would tell me anything.

After getting home and finding out what was going on my understanding grew. The same day I started feeling sick my father had been working on a car in our driveway. He had not taken the proper safety precautions and the car fell onto his head. He was on an oak creeper under the car pulling on the clutch to remove it. That creeper was broken into pieces. My father got out and mom was there. She put him into the other car and drove him to the hospital a mile away from home. He walked in and collapsed on a hospital bed. Dr's gave him a zero chance to live through the night. He survived through this tragic event. His inner skull was shattered the outer skull was cracked. He had several other issues durning the next weeks.

My father was back fighting fires eight weeks later. Yes he had some paralization of his face. For the most he was alive and back to living life. I lost my dad two times in my life. I say this because he was never the same man again after that car fell on him back in 1972. His body passed away in 2011.

Brain damage is very life changing. The changes can be seen and not seen. Most definitely the changes are just as dangering as the brain damage itself.

All that said I can only hope that everyone takes care of your heads.

I to this day always wonder who in my circle has been hurt and how, everytime I get that unexplained sick that I fill when they are sick or hurt.

Back to my family of which I love dearly. Mom and Dad older sister and only brother have passed away. Leaving my younger sister still here to love each other. Sad to say we do this from a distance better than being close.

Love to all