What a crazy summer!! Last Saturday the 16th, my step-sister's son and daughter-in-law were involved in a motorcycle wreck, where a trailer slipped off the hitch in the EB lane and whirled into their WB lane in Great Bend. They were airlifted to Wichita (it was all over the news, so those of you in Kansas likely have seen or read about it.). She coded twice that day, once en route on the helicopter, and they got her back, but when she coded at the hospital, she never came back. He hung on until mid-day Sunday and when they checked, he let go. They put him back on life support only to keep his organs saturated until the Midwest Organ Donation team could get to him later that evening to transfer to waiting recipients (We won't know for three weeks what they were able to use - likely only eyes or corneas, maybe pancreas. The rest of his abdominal organs were badly damaged in the wreck.).
Then we had the funeral last night and that was so heartbreaking. The two kids are only 5 and 6 years of age. The officer representing Ft Riley Honor guard came to pay the last respects for both. There was no graveside service, so they didn't do the gun salutes and all of that. On stage were photos of both Shawn and Danielle and folded American flags besides each photo. So after "Taps" was played (which is always a tearjerker for me), the officer picked up Danielle's service flag and presented it to the daughter, and then went back to the stage, picked up Shawn's service flag, and presented it to the son. Grandparents and step-grandparents were on either side, as well as the Godparents who will now be caring for the kids... It was really rough on my mom, as she was Shawn's step-grandmother, marrying his granddad while he was in middle school and just a short while before his parents finally divorced and then married their respective new partners... It's just so heartbreaking...
After the funeral, during the family lunch, watching the kids playing gleefully with their cousins, surrounded by so much love, I suddenly realized I was basically the same age when my mom was pregnant with my baby sister. Back then, the whole idea of families being together for births was foreign - and so my parents went to the midwife because they couldn't afford health care, hospitals etc. The midwife legally couldn't do what she knew medically needed to happen and told them they needed to go to the hospital, but they were so paralyzed by the idea of going bankrupt for lack of paying hospital bills (my dad was self employed then, didn't really make a lot of money, and they already had us 3 older kids.). So for some reason, after she was stillborn, the congregation we worshipped at kinda went all cold shoulder on us, and there was no funeral, no visitation, no attempt to keep the family together, to explain to us kids what happened, why baby sister wasn't coming home, why those ladies took away the baby shower gifts that we were excitedly looking forward to playing with and using to help care for our baby sister...the 1960's was kind of a harsh time, looking back...so much denial of life? And she was born and dead the day before my birthday. So no wonder my birthday is a sad time in the dead of winter, literally and figuratively... hard to move on with an annual reminder!!
So anyway... that was all mixed up with me starting a few classes at Wichita State - taking Yoga, Tai Chi, and Music Appreciation class...juggling things around the funeral...
But I did finally make myself jump on the rebounder today!!!
Today's rebounding playlist was from Carlos Santana "Supernatural" album - (I think, but I'm already trying to remember, because I had to jump off and skip ahead to the next one with the "right beat" for where I wanted to be.)...
"Game of Love" 4:14
"You Are My Kind" 4:20
"Since Supernatural" 4:32
Of course, my SPAT denies all knowledge of my rebounding. I've not been able to sync it since 8/11/2014, despite our attempts at uninstalling it, reinstalling it, fiddle with this or that, etc etc. At least my FitBit shows a happy tall flower with 8 leaves, so I guess I was putting out some energy??
Oh well. At least I know I exercised, even if the electronics are clueless!! (Typically Fitbit and Spat call rebounding exercises as "cycling" !? ha!)