Well, a week and a half later I never thought Clint and I would be together in our own house again. This has been the craziest week of my life. I have never been so scared, but I have definitely seen miracles take place. Though Clint has a while to recover I know where he could have been and I tell him everyday "we can handle this you are not dead or brain dead, so we can deal with broken bones..." I have truly seen the hand of the Lord in my life, he has blessed me to be calm and to have faith that Clint would be alright. He has blessed Clint and I with family, friends and acquaintances that have helped us during this time. I can't even begin to count how many people sent e-mails, letters, and texts. All those who called to check up on us and offered to help or those who came to visit Clint and I at the hospital, sent flowers and brought goodies. I am so grateful for all those who have helped with my kids and who have brought in delicious dinners. I'm so grateful for friends and family that set up the charity account and the relief that came when many of you which I still don't know, have donated so generously. Thank you so much, I am overwhelmed at the amount of support given to our little family! I could not do this without you! I wish I could do something for all of you, but for now I just want you to know how much we appreciate you all!
Cody, Clint's Brother, who was with me at the hospital the whole time wrote a little story to sum up our experience, it helps to put things in perspective.
Our Time
It was a late morning in early March when a shocking phone call interrupted an otherwise typical Wednesday. The shaky voice on the other end cried, "He's been in a car wreck. They've life-flighted him to St. Bens, he's on a ventilator."
A forty-five minute drive passed in thirty minutes, but the time seemed endless. The car carried silence and my mind was numb. No negative thoughts, but no positive ones either. Upon arrival at the hospital the usual familiar faces provided comfort and support. Finally the call came, "Two family members, and two elders are allowed to enter the room" (What a great day to be an elder!)
I'll never forget what I saw and what I felt as we entered that room and laid our hands on his head. Whether through faith, or prayer, or priesthood power......it just wasn't His time.
The first day and night were long, the unknown seemed endless. All we could do was wait as he lay there sedated, strapped down to his bed. The care was good and support group innumerable. For someone who had a hard time remembering people, he sure was not forgotten. Countless visitors shared a tear, a good memory, and heartfelt embrace.
The second day brought the best and the worst. The worst came as I watched a young expecting wife take his hand, attempting to comfort him as he grieved for his two kids. He struggled as he was continuously reminded that his kids were fine, his job was secure, his wife coping, and ultimately, his truck totaled. The best incrementally came as miraculous good news. Upon passing scan after scan, and test after test, he was surprisingly released from the ICU.
The following days all blurred into one, but the highlights I'll never forget. He's my brother, and brothers don't just shake hands, brothers gotta hug.....and we did. The breaks and pains that would eventually surface are minor compared to what could have been. There is no logical human understanding that can explain it. Oh the mercy of God for another chance! For another moment in time to help heal lost friends and estranged family.
It must not have been His time.....but ours.
I love you all!

