In my thoughts………..

This week it will be five years since my stepmother was killed in a car accident.  This tragedy was immense in my life.  When I received the call from my dad that she had been killed I thought he was joking.  I can still very much remember how the news hit my entire body.  I can vividly remember the quesadilla I had just made that was sitting on the counter.  I couldn’t stop thinking about that quesadilla.  It was like my mind couldn’t process the information so just kept defaulting back to the stupid food.  As the reality of the situation presented itself over the next few days, it felt like I was in some kind of surreal, hazy nightmare.  The first day I woke up at my dads house after the accident I remember thinking, “Oh my god, this isn’t going away.  This is real.”  It was terrifying.  And very true.  My dad and Mo were a pair, and lived their lives very happily together.  They got each other in a way that most people didn’t get them.  They were passionate, adventurous, and strange in a way that made sense to them.  I feel intensely sad when I think about my dad living without her, though I know he is so grateful for the time that they were able to spend together.  That kind of loss of a partner is unimaginable to me.  When I watch my dad with Josephine I can’t help but think of how much fun Mo would have had.  And I can’t help but think of her daughters, and how they will feel and do feel as they have children, get married, experience joys and struggles without the support of their mom.

Mo’s death was the beginning in a slough of death and loss in mine and Taylor’s lives.  Over the past five years so many of our friends and loved ones have died, almost like a cruel joke.  It seems like we would just catch our breath from one loss, only to be hit over the head with another.  We have lost my aunt, three of Taylor’s grandparents,Taylor’s father (when I was newly pregnant with Josephine), and two of my cousins, along with various friends and coworkers. 

The other day I drove past a cemetery that I have been to numerous times, and I thought, “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been there.”  It felt like a lifetime, actually.  In reality, I was at that cemetery twice this year, most recently in March, when one of my longtime employees lost her battle with cancer.  How that seems like a lifetime ago is beyond me.  I think I feel safe if we go six months without a death. 

Last week I got an email from Mo’s sister telling me that my dad had been in a car accident and that he was at her house.  He was driving to my house to visit on Highway 50, the same highway that Mo died on five years ago.  My dad was a couple of hours late getting to our house, which worried me (particularly since I knew he was taking Highway 50, which I try to avoid at all costs), but I tried to put it out of my mind.  My dad sometimes stops at friends houses pushing his visit back, or decides to take a change of path at the last minute.  When I opened my email I had the familiar feeling of being hit by bricks – the wind knocked out of me, my skin getting tight and hot, my breath slowing down to a snails pace – that I have gotten anytime we get the call that someone died unexpectedly.  My mind screamed.  This was all in the .02 seconds it took me to read further that he was alive, but badly bruised and hurt.  My dad is really lucky to be alive.  His car veered off the road and he was airborne for quite a while as he went down the side of a hill, ping ponging off of trees until his car crashed into a tree about 250 feet down the hill.  He had to crawl up the hill back to the road and flag down a car, bleeding, bruised, with a sprained ankle.  Apparently his front wheel was pushed inside the drivers side of the car.  It could have easily pinned his foot in, causing him to be trapped down a ravine, without a line of sight to the road.  I shudder to think if this would have happened. 

I felt jolted by this accident in a way that I didn’t expect.  Early fall is always a little rough for me with death anniversaries abounding, particularly Mo’s, that started this trend, if that’s what you can call it.  This year, however, the dull feeling seems to be a little worse than usual.  I can’t pretend that bad things don’t happen and that the people around me are going to be safe.  I know that is untrue.  I know I can’t protect my daughter from feeling loss and sadness in the future.  I just want her to not have to feel that yet.  I am not ready for another tragedy.  I very much want and need a break.

My dad’s accident felt like a warning to me.  Don’t get too comfortable, remember that life is fleeting, remember what’s important.  I am guilty of worrying too much about things that don’t really matter in life in the long run.  I stress myself out over the lawn not being mowed, the dishes being clean at the end of the night, work that I need to get done tomorrow, next week, by the end of the year.  Although I know that this sounds counter productive for a trying not to be lazy person like myself, but I need to remember to slow down.  Take a deep breath and enjoy the here and now.  Let things go and forgive.  Live intentionally and claim my happiness.  Make the most of my time and really, truly love the people I am surrounded by.  And so in loving memory…for Mo, Ed, Jeanne, Emmett, Charlie and all the rest.  We miss you so, but try to live to the fullest in your memory. 

Dad and Mo, October, 2006

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11 responses to “In my thoughts………..

  1. Oh, wow. That’s all so hard… I’m sad just reading your post, and I didn’t know anyone on your list of people who died–or you for that matter. My beloved grandfather died in a car accident (many years ago), and the way you describe the bodily sensation of hearing the news is spot-on… Bloggy hugs to you.

  2. I am so sorry for your lose, I have just lost my best friend…though its only been 8 months I still have days where I wake up and feel my heart break into pieces and my body dropping to the ground, as I grasped for air…to me it is still surreal….to have someone taken away so suddenly (she also was killed in a car accident, she was 22)..someone you grew up with, someone you thought you would grow old with….its just not fair….but I am learning life is not fair.

    I am so happy to hear your father is okay…I’m not sure if you believe in God or what you believe in…but for me I do believe that there is someone watching over us and that day someone, probably Mo, took care of your father. She is still with us in spirit…so tell her story every time you think of her so she can live….

    I have made a blog in tribute to my best friend…on my blog I have made a memorial page for anyone else who has lost somebody to share their loved ones with the world…please take a look…and if you’d like I’d love to share your story on my blog. It is still in process as I am waiting to get everyones pictures and stories…but the first has been posted so you can take a look…

    May Mo Rest In Peace…And Until You Meet Again XOXO

  3. Emily, you wrote some beautiful thoughts on Mo, your Dad and all the other loved ones who have been taken from your life in the so recent past. We can’t shield our children from loss and grief, all we can do as parents is be there with our arms and hearts open to love and listen. That’s one of the hardest parts of parenthood is not being able to “kiss it & make it all better”.
    I love you very much, and am very proud to call you my daughter-in-law.

  4. That is a lovely photo of them. I am glad of the small amount of time I got to spend with Mo, she was a wonderful woman.

  5. Krista Burkling

    Oh Em,
    I didn’t realize your Dad was in an accident. That is so scary to think about him being caught in the ravine. I am so glad that he is okay. How crazy that it was on Hwy 50 as well.
    Thank you for writing this. It’s a reminder for us all.
    xoxo

    Krista

  6. Krista Burkling

    p.s. When exactly did this happen?

    • Krista, it was last Thursday.

      Sent from my iPhone…please excuse my typos! 🙂

      • Krista Burkling

        I can’t believe it. That’s so crazy. I think MO probably had a lot to do with him walking away from that accident. That was a beautiful blog Em & a great reminder to do our best to get the most out of life.

        xoxo

        Krista

  7. So glad your mom forwarded this to me….
    Your writing is so clear and touchable….it spoke to me and for me about the death of my loved ones. You have done the only thing you can do with death…you have made it mean something to yourself and others. What a gift you have.
    didi

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  9. God i didn’t even know Mo died. Guess i’ve been gone for too long. Death surrounds us all though. You are strong enough to keep your head when it happens. Josephine is very lucky to have you as a mom.

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