A year later…

This weekend was the one year anniversary of my dad’s accident.

I really wish that I could tell you in the past year they’ve caught the guy who did this and he’s been punished.  But he hasn’t.  Because no one ever looked for him and the cops closed the case.  It’s bullshit and it makes all of us so angry.

But that’s not what I want to focus on.  I want to focus on the good things.

Like how my dad went from this…

A few weeks post accident…still with two broken legs and in a wheelchair

 

To this…

Right after my mom, SIL and I dragged him to Twilight

 

There are some lasting effects from the accident.  Like the fact that he has to walk with a cane and on cold and damp days he has a lot of pain in his legs.  But for the most part, he’s doing great.  He goes to the gym every day and he does his household chores like a good husband and he hangs out with my grandfather.  And if you need to know anything that is going on in the world, just call him up…because he watches the news all day long.  Seriously…he could be an anchorman.

We are very much looking forward to the holidays this year…and are grateful that we actually get to spend them at home instead of the hospital.  Last Thanksgiving, Dad was on a respirator and Mom and I got called to the ICU in the middle of dinner because there were complications.  This year, we’ll all be stuffing our faces with turkey and watching football in CT.  This year will be much better.

As I said, I’m still very angry that we haven’t gotten any justice for this situation…yet (though we are still working on it).  But I feel like I learned a very important lesson.  Your life can change in a second and without any warning.  It’s really important to appreciate what you have and make every minute count…because you never know what’s going to happen next.  Also…when life takes a bad turn, it’s very easy to just give up…but you have to keep on fighting.  No one wins by just giving up.  If everyone who reads this takes that away with them then at least something good can come of this.

Welcome Home…

Dad came home yesterday!  Two months after his accident, he’s finally done with hospitals and rehab.  He’ll still go to physical therapy and doctors appointments, but he’ll be an outpatient.  He’ll still go home every night. 

He was so happy to be home that he was even doing a little dance last night…wiggling his butt around while my brother provided the accompanying singing.  They make a pretty good comedy team, those two. 

Here are a couple of photos of his first night…

Sitting in the den, claiming victory...

 

His first nap in his own bed...

 

Edward was especially happy that his daddy was home...

 

 Dad’s been catching up on the blog this week and reading everyone’s comments.  He wanted me to thank everyone…your good wishes and prayers and support meant a lot to him.  He’s actually working on a guest post so he can thank everyone himself.

And I’d like to thank you all again, as well.  The support I received from everyone was overwhelming.  Thank you so much!

 

 

A great present…

Today is my birthday.  I’ve officially reached an age that I don’t want to discuss.  I was actually planning to just skip the whole deal this year…except then I remembered that you don’t get presents if you skip the day!  So I’m recognizing it.

And I got the best present last night…

Dad is officially out of the hospital and settled into the rehab facility!!!!!  How this all happened is a long story that I will tell you next week.  But it was the best news we’ve gotten since Dad’s accident and it’s a fantastic birthday present.

This holiday season is getting better and better.

Now…I wonder what J got me…

A little of this and a little of that…

There have been a lot of things going on around here in the last fews days…so I wanted to take a minute to catch up on things.

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First…a dad update.  He’s doing MUCH better.  I’m hesitant to write that because the last time I said that out loud, he ended up on a respirator…but it’s really true.  He seems to have gotten past all the setbacks he had and he’s finally starting to show improvements every day.  And the best news…he’s finally out of the medical unit of the hospital and into the rehab unit.  He starts physical therapy today and he’s so happy to finally be getting out of bed.  My dad was never a guy who could just sit around and do nothing, so the past two and half weeks of laying in bed have been torture for him.

He’s still not going to be able to walk…no pressure on his legs for at least another week.  But he’ll be able to work his arm a lot and he’ll be doing some leg strengthening exercises as well.  They will assess his progress each day and they’ll let him switch to outpatient physical therapy as soon as they feel he’s able.  We’re hoping to have him home with us for Christmas.  Keep your fingers crossed that therapy goes well!

He made me promise not to post any of the pictures of him from the first few days after the accident…they are pretty bad.  But he gave me permission to post one of him from last night.  Here’s dad giving everyone a big thumbs up…

Notice the candy in his lap...that's what he ate for dinner...he can't stand the hospital food...

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When Dad was first taken into the ER, he had extensive cuts on his face…especially around his mouth.  When the plastic surgeon was stitching him up, he was very concerned that they’d have to shave off his moustache.  He never shaves off his moustache.  I think I’ve only seen him without it once in my life and that was due to an unfortunate shaving slip…and he grew it back immediately.  That night in the ER was very serious as we waited to find out what was going to happen…but when we heard that he was asking about the fate of his facial hair…we all relaxed just a bit and started to think that maybe everything would be ok.

This was, of course, during the Movember campaign and I immediately thought of Cathy at Antsy Pants.  I fired off an email to her the next day, letting her know that my dad was such a staunch supporter of the moustache that he wasn’t even going to let a near-fatal accident separate him from his.  Cathy thought that was pretty funny and she became a huge supporter of Dad…sending comments and emails and tweets of encouragement. 

And yesterday, Cathy brought tears to my eyes.  As part of her Movember campaign, she’d been planning to do a giveaway of a shaving kit from The Art of Shaving.  However, the giveaway didn’t work out as she planned…so she decided to send the kit to Dad.  It arrived last night and I called him to tell him about it.  He was very touched that someone he’s never met would do something so nice.  And he loves to hear that “the internet” is behind him and cheering him on to a full recovery. 

So, to Cathy…thank you so much for your wonderful gift.  And to everyone who has been sending us kind words and encouragement and support and prayers…thank you, thank you, thank you.  It means so much to all of us!

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And finally…a little levity…

It’s really hard to get dogs to sit down in front of a Christmas tree and then stay posed long enough to take a good picture for our Christmas cards.  They just don’t get it.  So taking our Christmas picture is usually a long process.  This year, I opened a bag of treats and kept them next to me the whole time.  That helped to speed things up a bit.

But we still went through quite a few shots before we got the one we are putting on the cards.  Here are just a few of the outtakes…

Sofie heard a car door...

 

Sofie got bored and laid down...

 

Then the doorbell rang...

 

Then Sadie'd had enough and she just walked away...

 

Then we had an almost winner...

 

And then we finally got a winner…

 It’s very difficult to take pictures of two black dogs…so many of them come out too dark and you can’t see the dogs’ faces.  I did the best I could.  Clearly the dogs were miserable and they just wanted it to be over.  So I settled on this one.  What do you think?