Sunday, October 31st, 2010 was a miserable, wet day. The entire month had been wet with regular rain, storms & wintery weather. I'd driven to work for what would be a fairly slow business day.
At 2:00PM my mobile phone rang and I walked away from the public area to answer it. The caller told me that he was a police constable and asked me to confirm my identity, then proceeded to tell me that my daughter had been involved in a high speed motor accident at 10:20AM and had been airlifted to the Alfred Hospital in a critical condition.
He told me that I'd need to go to the hospital as soon as possible and asked if I knew of someone who could travel with me. He added that I should drive carefully and not hurry as there's a very real chance that she would not have reached the hospital alive.
I phoned my older daughter, then drove to pick her up on the way to the hospital. When we arrived we were met by the trauma doctors who said, without so much as a blink, "She's still alive, but not expected to live." How can anyone comprehend those soul destroying words.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Brief Comment to Begin
I have absolutely NO idea why I started this blog today. Perhaps because I had nothing better to do, although that's a lie ... I have jobs to be done around the house that'll take me a lifetime to complete.
The weather is great for this time of year so I should be doing outside chores, but I'm tired, frustrated and really don't feel like doing anything at all.
The younger of my two daughters lies motionless in hospital and, sometime during today, I'll put on a bold face & make my routine visit in the hope that I may brighten her day.
It may be some months before I can really sit down and write about the accident that has deprived her of an active life as a young mother and a socially outgoing young woman who now needs to maintain hope, resilience & the determination to recover what she can to make the best of her life.
Hopefully, she will tell her own story from her own perspective, but here I'll explain my experiences as her father and her primary carer; the struggles, the successes, the goals and the heartache.
The weather is great for this time of year so I should be doing outside chores, but I'm tired, frustrated and really don't feel like doing anything at all.
The younger of my two daughters lies motionless in hospital and, sometime during today, I'll put on a bold face & make my routine visit in the hope that I may brighten her day.
It may be some months before I can really sit down and write about the accident that has deprived her of an active life as a young mother and a socially outgoing young woman who now needs to maintain hope, resilience & the determination to recover what she can to make the best of her life.
Hopefully, she will tell her own story from her own perspective, but here I'll explain my experiences as her father and her primary carer; the struggles, the successes, the goals and the heartache.
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