Sunshine & strawberry cake. Blue sky & summer temperatures. Sunburn & happy faces. Inviting my mum for lunch and this is how restaurant visits look like in 2021:
It was a wonderful weekend with lots of laughter. And all of a sudden: you get an alarming call from a strange number. It’s the mate who joined the ride telling you that your spouse was involved in a motorcycle accident just a few moments ago. Suddenly, everything rushes to your mind at once. Will he be ok? How bad was the accident? Was someone else injured? What does this mean for the future? You want to rush to be by his side but you are a 5 hour drive away. And later you find out that due to Covid hospital visits are not allowed. You are worried (worried sick). You try to be patient (but you cannot). Finally the hospital receptionist connects you with the Emergency room. He’s alive. He’s in shock. He’s in pain. He talks weird stuff. He can’t talk more than a couple of minutes. Very precious minutes. Nobody exactly knows at this point what’s wrong with him. But he is alive! It’s amazing what Adrenaline does to your body. You just function.
Loads of love memories (almost 12 years together) rushing through my mind while driving back home (the longest drive ever). Stopping every other kilometer to make or take phone calls. I was shocked. I was scared. I was sad. I was hopeful. In love. All of it at the same time. And repeat of those mixed feelings. Uncontrolled.
I’m a motor biker myself, knowing exactly how it feels to be in a never ending right curve: scary. Hubby always telling me in previous common rides what not to do (and then he did it): breaking in a curve. A decision you take within milliseconds. And then he crashed into a car on the other side (luckily the couple inside wasn’t injured!).
He sounded positive in the messages, but a lot more bones and other things broken than initially thought. He couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t sleep. This whole day has felt endless.
He can’t return to work for awhile and will need a lot of extra help. He had a ton of guardian angels along his ride. I cannot describe in words how relieved I am and family, friends & colleagues are. We all are. It feels like marrying the same guy the second time. Just better. And all of a sudden all worries turn into pure love for this one guy. My guy.
He’s a passionate biker. He’s hard in taking. He will be back on a bike again. Me, too. Not now. Not soon. But at some point.
Big thanks to his mate and his first aid & everything he organized (and yes, we are interested in a curve training!). Thanks to all the police, firefighters, doctors, nurses & various other helpers! Thanks to family, friends & colleagues for everything you did & you do: calling, texting, praying, thinking & caring of us & wishing Scott well. A million thanks! We are very grateful.
Cheers to all mothers (and especially hubbies mum)! Cheers to everyone else and our precious life where love matters!
Stuttgart547 