My Dad's Accident

It seems I've taken a mini-respite from the blog, as it's been a wild week. We've been to a trillion doctor's visits lately (that's another blog for another day), and Nana (my mom) and Grandpa Tommy flew in for a quick visit this past Thursday. Their luggage flew in Saturday. ;) Friday night, we had about 50 friends over and celebrated Ken's 40th birthday (again, another blog...). While he was blowing out the candles and I was taking the video, my brother called to tell me that our dad had been in a serious motorcycle accident and was being flown to the nearest trauma center. No one quite knew where he was, or even what city (he was on a trip). Needless to say, it's been a roller coaster ride here the past few days.

I just hung up with a phone conversation with my dad (thank God for skype), and he is recovering in a hospital in Charlotte. He has a lot of injuries, but the doctor says he has been stabilized and none are life-threatening. His face and head took a lot of damage, so talking to him is a little difficult. He is coherent, though, and I could understand basically everything he said. We are all thanking God that he is miraculously alive. The more I hear of the story, and of his injuries, the more we know that it is another instance of the hand of God holding back Death. He has done this many times for my Daddy.

Thank you for the continued prayers for his recovery, and for the prayers and encouragement for us, as well. I know this is part of the job, to be away when important things happen back at home, but it doesn't make me any more comfortable about it at times like this. It is always good to know that God is omnipresent and omnipotent, the Great Physician.

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