Five years ago, at 7:30 a.m., I hugged my daughter and told her to drive safely.
“Ok Mom. See you at lunch time!”
Five years ago, at 11:00 a.m., two DPS officers came to my work with “something important to talk to me about, regarding my daughter.”
Five years ago, at 11:30 a.m., my friend was driving me the hour-plus drive to St. Joseph’s Hospital in Phoenix.
Five years ago, at 1 p.m., we arrived, but I wasn’t allowed to see my daughter immediately.
I had to wait…. I only knew she was in “extremely critical condition.”
Five years ago, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctor and two aides took me into a small room to tell me that my only child and the joy of my life had irreparable brain damage and a severed spine.
Five years ago today, life as I knew it ended.
Today, the pain is no less. I have simply learned how to live with it. Anniversaries make it harder, somehow. I relive that day to some extent every day, but on the anniversary of the accident, my heart breaks all over again. I miss her so.
I love you, baby….