This is what’s left of the tree that fell on me in my van two years ago today.
The flowers are the daylilies my daughter used to decorate the trunk for the little prayer service we held at the spot one year ago today.
It was once a beautiful old maple, more than four feet in diameter at the point that landed on me. The tree that stood beside it also fell in the big storm last week, and although that one had the decency to fall away from traffic, it still shook me up to see it lying there. As my friend put it, “Your sister-tree fell last night!”
It’s been a long two years. I’ve learned that I’m tougher than I thought, that I am lucky enough to be surrounded by a lot of good people, and that I can survive just about anything as long as I keep my sense of humor intact.
I wanted to write something moving and deeply meaningful today. I found a bunch of gory, shocking pictures that I was going to include with my post, and I tried to think of the right spin to put on the story. I planned on using real names and really digging into every tiny detail of that night.
And then I saw my daughter’s Facebook post today:
On this day 2 years ago, my entire family’s life changed. June 21, 2011 is a date that will always be sketched into our memories, but now is a time to let go. Now is a time to reflect on the positive, rather than dwell on the negative of this day. For everything that happens, there is a reason and God would never give us anything that we couldn’t handle. If anything, we are stronger now in both life and our faith and I am thankful for that. I love my family, and although sometimes we fight and have disagreements, I couldn’t imagine my life any different.
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
So let me close here with a couple of pictures and a word of thanks to all of the people who saved my life that night, and to the people who have saved my sanity in the two years since. They brought food and Diet Coke, cleaned my kitchen, drove my sorry butt to appointments and just listened to me piss and moan on the bad days. Most of all, they reminded me of the strength in friendship and laughter.