Write From Karen

(This beautiful bike only had 200 miles on it before Kevin’s accident. You can see the damage here).

It’s April 22, 2010 and guess where I am.

Living in the Columbia Hospital in Columbia Missouri.

It’s been two years since Kevin had his motorcycle accident. It’s been two years since Kevin completely shattered his pelvis (a bag o’ glass, the doctors compared it to) and two years later, the person who hit him STILL hasn’t been punished.

Oh sure. She had a slap on the wrist, (community service, fine … blahblahblah), but she hasn’t yet been sentenced for leaving him for dead and driving off with nary a backward glance.

I was angry. I was FURIOUS when it first happened. I honestly think I could have killed this woman who hit my husband and fractured my family. What sort of person hits another human being and doesn’t even stop?? What sort of person hits another human being, head on, and acts like she hit a squirrel and oh well, life happens.

An amoral person, if you ask me.

I have since forgiven her. Yes. I still want her to be punished. Because people need to learn there are consequences for their poor choices, and I sincerely hope they take her license away from her, at least for a while, because I worry she will hurt someone else (this woman has several DUI’s and other traffic violations – she’s clearly a menace) …

But I have forgiven her. I’ve had to. Because life is too short to harbor bitterness and hatred in my heart. Because I will not allow her, or Satan, to hang this incident over my head.

Because despite the severity of the incident, we conquered it and moved on.

Kevin is fine today. He will always have physical scars and he has worked through the emotional trauma of that beautiful April morning in 2010 … we shall live our lives to fullest because life is too precious not to.

*ding* Time’s up.

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it?

Looking at today’s Silent Sunday picture, I’m left wondering … have I saved any of the boy’s baby clothes? I know, at one time, I did, or at least, I thought I did (or I intended to), but if I did, I have no idea where they might be.

Kevin organizes me. And when he organizes me, I can’t find anything. Ever. In fact, a lot of times he can’t remember where he put stuff so I’m left scratching my head until I finally give up and resign myself to the fact that it probably got thrown away.

Kevin also organizes the boys. Which really makes the boys angry because then they can’t find anything. But to be fair, Kevin gives them plenty of notice and if he DIDN’T organize them (us), there’s no telling what our house would look like.

I’ll be honest, I’m not the most organized person out there. Though I put stuff away, it’s not really out of sight but rather, put aside, so that I know where stuff is, but to look at my “organization” the normal Joe/Jane would be like, “Good grief, doesn’t this woman EVER clean house?”

There’s a method to my organized chaos, thank you very much.

I hope I saved SOMETHING from their baby years. I know my mom is really good about saving stuff and I roll my eyes at all of her “junk”, but honestly? I envy her the foresight. I get sick of seeing things after a while and I have a tendency to just toss it out than look at it for another day.

I’m going to be really sad if my boys ask me if I kept anything from their baby years and I’m going to have to force myself to look into their brown/blue eyes and admit that no, I didn’t.

Just chock it up to one more mom fail.

Tell me readers, have you saved any clothes/items from your children’s baby years?

Please tell me I’m not the only one who hasn’t.

*ding* Time’s up.

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it?