Hey folks!  I'm sitting right now at Our Lady of the Elms, as Erica acts as the PTO secretary.  I'm sitting in the elementary library with Rown as she attends and I'm trying to be not bored.  Bored....  Bor, bor...

At least  the meeting is almost done.  Why am I here?  We just came back from a funeral for one of Rowan's classmate's father.  Man!  Was it painful.  Every moment we were there I could feel the mother and child's loss.  Wow.  I just hope there is something we can do to help them...

Wow!  It's only bee 6 months or so.  Well time has certainly flown!As I casually touched on in the last post I was in a motorcycle accident last June.  It was a dire one that resulted in a tramatic brain injury, the kind that leaves most people as bedridden invalids.  What ever spirits look down on me blessed me, however, and after only a few months I was able to return to work.  Now-a-days I'm at 90 to 95% of my physical capabilities.  You'll have to ask Erica how I'm doing mentally, but I feel fine!

I can't begin to relate the terror and guilt I felt at first.  Terror because this was my worst nightmare come to life (awaking from a sleep to find myself almost paralyzed on my left side and realizing that I'd be in and out of a coma for a month) and guilt from the worry and pain I caused my loved ones to suffer.  I know that the accident wasn't my fault, and I waas fully enrobed in my protective gear, but being almost killed or worse left as a veggie caused REAL pain for both Er and my little Angel.  I'll be spending the rest of my life making this one up...