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Well, I would have liked to have done some artwork during the last week for Christmas, but my Dad was in a horrible car accident in Boise and almost died. Last Saturday he was out in door-to-door service with my parents’ best friends, Dave and Grace Park, and their good friend Anna was driving. She didn’t see anything coming, and pulled out onto State Street and was hit broadside by a truck driving 55 mph. The Dave and Grace in the back were thrown from the car and died. 
It took rescuers 30 minutes to cut my dad from the car. He had a collapsed lung, ruptured spleen, broken ribs, and lacerated liver. Anna had a broken collarbone, shoulder, and soul. The poor darling will have the hardest time forgiving herself, if she ever does. I hope she does.
The doctors in ICU didn’t think my dad was going to survive surgery, but he did, even without blood. They removed his spleen and patched him up as best they could, and he’s still resting in ICU with morphine and sedatives. Every morning they take him off the respirator for a time to help him breathe on his own, but so far the pain in his chest is too great.
He sleeps most of the time, but we’ve been able to talk to him when he’s awake. He can’t talk back because of the tubes in his throat, but he’s able to nod and squeeze our hands. He even tried to say “Hi Meia” to me once. :*) And he’s tried to hoist himself out of bed twice. X) There was a scare for a time because he was steadily losing blood, but that’s stopped, thank god.
His condition remains stable, but he’ll be in ICU until he’s able to breathe on his own, I think. The doctors, who call him “The Miracle Man”, say his recovery will be very long and slow, but at least there is no longer a question of his recovery at all. : )
I am so proud of my Dad!!!
I stayed in Boise a week, to be with my mom and keep her company, to come down with a cold, and to attend the memorial service of Dave and Grace Park, who have been close friends of my parents my entire life, and who were like grandparents to me, even if I haven’t seen them in three years, and they weren’t happy with me the last time they saw me. There were several hundred people at their service. My Grandma thought maybe 300-400, and her husband thought maybe it was closer to 500-700. I’ll have to get the final attendance count from my mom. I did see attendants doing the counting thing.
I flew back into Seattle last night. It feels so good to be home with my sweetie. He did come up with me for a few days, but left Wednesday when it became apparent that Dad was going to be OK. But he was really there for me, and it was so wonderful to feel so supported. :*)
I’m in touch with my mom every day to hear how Dad is doing. Did I mention I was proud of him?? 
