I know I have the ‘habit’ of being too sentimental; a bit lacrimogenic, way too ‘soap-opera’-ish. That’s why I’ll write everything here, where you won’t ever read it. But I’ll write it, because I need to.
There are 3 days to my birthday, and I can’t think of any better gift ever, than the fact that I know you are okay. Everybody is okay and I’m grateful.
Last Thursday it was your birthday. 55 years old and getting younger. I called you and meant it when I said I wished you to get younger and younger, and you were on the right track. Whose father takes up paragliding after 50? Active, full of passion, happy…
But on Saturday, getting that phone call from mom… of course, sis always said you getting in an accident was bound to happen; she said that, and I always thought it as a possibility, but never actually…thought it could happen. Now that I think of mom’s voice, she was scared, that phone call was actually worse than what actually happened. Because you could have fallen, you could have broken all your bones, destroy your nerves…even die. You didn’t. Thank God. It was your foot.. a silly accident, from the man that is always careful, but is still a man and does his little mistakes. Because accidents happen that way.
So we hurried to mom, and I swear to God, I can be so strong when something happens to me, but I am so weak when something happens to you, my family. We visited you in the hospital and you were putting on a brave face…Only it wasn’t as simple as a “broken foot”, putting it in plaster and so on….it was more like “broken foot, in 3 places, your tibia needs a metal something,(I don’t know the word)”. And you asked the doctor how long till you can fly again and his answer changed your face. No more brave face. Three months like this, and then another three months.. The season for flying is just starting..but not for you.
And I know I’m a bit silly for feeling so strongly about this.. since there wasn’t something worse that happened! …it might be the hormones as well. I know I have a lot of those, but not the right kind..
But the idea is.. I’m so happy you’re okay. I love you and you are strong.
Stronger than your tibia, anyway 🙂