and I was on the receiving end of it 18 years ago today.
Eighteen years ago on a Sunday morning a drunk driver hit the Marine in a head on collision. Two women, one just broken up with a boyfriend, had a pity party which lasted all night on into Sunday morning and our Marine and our lives were changed forever.
Just when I started writing about the experience, several years ago on my former blog, Gabby Giffords was shot and suffered a brain injury. In my opinion because she was in Congress she received the best doctors, the best medical care and the best rehab that our tax dollars could buy. I was told to find an institute for comatose patients and forget I had a son.
Someday I may write the Marines story again. People need to know just how the military treat some people. People need to know how some parents beg for help and it's not there.
I try very hard not to be be bitter as the Marine does not know that anything is wrong with him although he cannot do nothing more than lift a few fingers on his right hand and lift his right foot off of the bed an inch or two. Although his speech is very slow and slurred and sometimes very difficult to understand. He will tell me he loves me...always adding he loves me two feet more. The Marine when he stood always towered at least a foot over me.
and almost always he has a big smile. Even though his mouth is drawing and medications have ruined his teeth....he can smile. He will tell you everyday if you ask ......HE THANKS GOD HE IS STILL ALIVE.....and so do I.