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.
