Everyone is okay. That’s the story. Everyone is alive and well. She is resting behind me. Seems restful or dead. Oh, I can see her breathing. She was in a pretty bad car wreck. Not far from here, the hospital where she works as an overnight ER nurse. They finally gave her some pain med that knocked her out. She was chatty and hyper and probably afraid. Her friends in scrubs dropped in to see how she was doing. I was dizzy with all the banter and vitals and insider jokes that I was clearly not hip to.
Now that she’s asleep I have a moment to gather my thoughts in the quiet. It is 3:26 am on a Tuesday night in November.
A prayer of gratitude. I listen to her breath. A few of the machines she’s connected to beep and blink, almost like a song. It is not loud. I’m a bit floaty, lightheaded. Forgive me for a second.
Just a sec…
Oh, It’s my daughter.
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