On December 26th I received the phone call no one ever wants to receive. My dad had been in a plane crash while flying back to his home in Florida after visiting my brother and I in Michigan over the Christmas weekend. He was the pilot of the plane containing my grandma, my step-mom, and a family friend. My dad and grandma did not make it. My step-mom is currently in stable condition, but still being kept in the ICU. The family friend is in critical condition, although we just heard word that he opened his eyes yesterday and is responding to commands.
It still does not seem real. I can't believe that it's happened and I'm not quite sure what to do at this point. I just feel numb. I'm fortunate enough to be surrounded by my very loving family and friends at this time, but it's never quite enough to fill the void. Every morning I wake up hoping that it will just be some horrible dream, but it never happens.
So please, if some COTHers could send some jingles out for myself and my family. And please keep my step-mom and my dad's friend in your prayers as we hope for a full recovery from the both of them.