Thursday, August 11, 2011
A year ago today, Yoshi and I were in a terrible high speed car crash along with Eric, Wendy, and little Ellie along I-5. I am really grateful that no one was seriously hurt despite the craziness of it all.
I still think about the accident. So does Yoshi. She'll talk about it every so often, mostly about Ellie and how she was worried about her since she was just a baby at the time. And Yoshi loves her adult-sized hospital gown she snagged as her badge of honor. She likes to wear it around the house, hem sweeping across the floor and those grosgrain ties dangling down.
She occasionally mentions that her scar from her stitches on her forehead itches a little, but she doesn't really complain about it. Every time I see that scar, I wince. But I'll gently run my finger over it and feel grateful we're all alive, happy, and healthy. It's the only physical reminder of the accident (other than her hospital gown).
My parents took Yoshi down to OC this past week. They drove. And I think this may be the last time I let Yoshi drive down with them. Paranoid as it sounds, I don't really trust their driving skills on such a long trip. Hell, I get kinda freaked out being a passenger in their car just driving about town, let alone an 8 hour road trip. My mom always brakes at the last minute and never looks over her shoulder when changing lanes. My dad slowly walks with a cane (due to his stroke), has cataracts, and is moderately deaf so you have to yell instead of talk to him, yet he still drives. So being the 1-year anniversary of that car accident, it made me apprehensive knowing Yoshi was in the same place, doing the same trip, but with my parents. So I think from now on I'm going to send Yoshi in a plane if Eric or Wendy can do the pick-up and drop-off on their end. And who knows, maybe that will motivate my parents to also fly and save themselves a day of traveling.
Talking about what to do today, Yoshi said, "Well, let's not get in a car. Let's celebrate life!" I love that girl.