12 years ago and my husband…

Yesterday was the 12 year anniversary of an event that forever changed my life.  When I was 16 years old I was in a car accident in which I was the driver and I lost a very good friend.  Someday perhaps I will share the story of that day, but for now–12 years and one day later–I find that I am still unable to talk (or I guess really even write) about it.  I was sad yesterday.  And today. 

Today was also my first day of class (more on that later).  Daddy-O was at work so his mom came over to watch the kids.  Everything was fine when I left, I drove through Hardee’s to get some dinner and headed onto the highway.  As I merged onto the highway I noticed flashing lights on the other side of the divided road.  There it was.  A car accident.  All I really saw was at least one mangled up car, lots of flashing lights, a state trooper car, an ambulance, and there he was.  My husband-  mr. firefighter/paramedic just out doing his job.  I was instantly overwhelmed.  Here he is–the helper.  This is what he does every day.  I complain a lot about his job, being a firefighter’s wife definitely has it’s challenges.  Trust me.  But the reality is I could not be more proud of him.

My mind instantly went back to that day 12 years ago.  There was a moment in that terrible afternoon that I remember clearly.  A moment when one of my friends had already been loaded onto the ambulance.  The helicopter was landing to transport our other friend.  It was all very chaotic, and the stranger who had been sitting with me comforting me had already left.  I was just sitting in the grass, staring at the ground, scared and alone.  And then someone was speaking to me.  It was a volunteer firefighter.  I never looked up at his face, I just stared at his feet.  He was wearing flip-flops.  Why on earth is he wearing flip-flops was all I could manage to think.  I never met that man, I never learned his name, or what department he worked for.

 Daddy-O was a volunteer for many years before his current job.  He wears flip-flops year-round.  As a volunteer he even responded in flip-flops on occasion (he always had his boots with him).  While Daddy-O is not the man who was there with me 12 years ago (he was in college at the time), in a way he is.  He is there in that moment.  The moment, though completely unexpected, that will forever change a person’s life.  He is there to help them.  He is there to save a life.  And for that I am incredibly proud and grateful.  I don’t know, maybe none of this makes sense to anyone but me, maybe the connections don’t really matter and coincidence is coincidence.  However, all I know is that I could not have asked for a better person to spend the rest of my life with, or a better father for our children.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. misty
    Aug 28, 2007 @ 12:39:55

    Sara this made me cry when i read it, I can remeber that day or that night when we got the call i can remeber everything about that day. I am so sorry that you had to be the driver of that night but in the same since i am glad that u are the one still here today. I cant imagin how u feel but i love you and u do have a wanderful husband and I think God has put him in your life and your kids life for a reason. I hope today gets better for you. We love you.


  2. Malía's mama
    Aug 28, 2007 @ 14:31:30

    I teared up reading this post, too. I hope you one day feel true healing about your accident and you loss. I hope you let your hubby read this lovely testament to such an important aspect of who he is 🙂


  3. Stacie
    Aug 29, 2007 @ 19:34:54

    That was very powerful – I have tears too


  4. jenn
    Aug 30, 2007 @ 10:01:42

    i am in tears. what a beautiful tribute to your husband.


  5. Stephanie
    Sep 07, 2007 @ 08:43:05

    I love you Sarah


  6. Nancy
    Sep 18, 2007 @ 16:50:10

    I sent you a letter today; it’s already in my mailbox. I love you and I just wanted you to know that you are a wonderful person.


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