Hit the curb puling into work . . . flipped over handlebars . . . ribs punctured lungs. I'll be fine . . . Erica made me go to the hospital.
After learning of the crash my mind dulled. It was harder for me to focus and imagine as I had before. It felt that part of me was gone.
My bond with my father was not the best, but it still hurt to hear of his near death crash. His wife made him go to the hospital, he is usually that stubborn.
My sister took it worse. Her anger was always the biggest part about her, but it only got worse. I never had realized the effects on the family that an event similar to my father nearly dying would have, nonetheless on a family with a father who we did not see much.