When I woke up Monday morning (Memorial Day) I saw a note on the counter from my husband telling me he was out for a short motorcycle ride and it was signed “I love you.”
Monday was a beautiful, sunny day here in Juneau and since it was a rare day off for him, it was a perfect time for him to go out for a bit and have a little fun on his motorcycle.
The call from the ER came in at 8:40 a.m.
The first thing the nurse said was “he is OK.” The ambulance had just brought him in and my presence was requested.
I jumped into my clothing and ran to my car for the five minute ride to the ER. Scared to death, my heart beating way too fast and my stomach tied up in knots, they directed me to his room.
The only things in the room were his cut off clothing, his battered and bloody helmet, goggles and eye glasses. They had taken him immediately to xRay.
We spent all day at the ER. His injuries range from a small fracture above his right eye to a broken arm, scrapes, bruises and generalized trauma all over his body.
We have more doctor’s appointments and a surgery tomorrow to repair his arm.
We love the motorcycle… I love the motorcycle. I love riding with him, arms wrapped around him, feeling the wind on my face and feeling free.
But now, I don’t know. Somehow I don’t think I will ever have that feeling again.
Life seems to rob us sometimes. But I don’t think it’s really like that, at all. Because when something seems to be taken away, there is always a gift in return.
For me, it’s the gift of a second chance. Another day to say “I love you, too.”