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Thursday, June 9, 2011

You never know…

Yesterday morning something marvelous happened, my son Bryan said, “I love you mom.” We were all in the living room/kitchen area, I was washing dishes, the kids were all playing and talking and out of the blue Bryan said that to me. I replied, “thanks Bry, I love you too,” and “wow, that was random, what made you say that?” Bryan said, “I don’t know, I just felt like saying it.”
If you know Bryan, you know that he is very serious, very spiritual, and a man of few words. He rarely expresses emotion orally. He is very good at showing me that he loves me by his actions (which I love); he is extremely obedient, he helps me all the time without being asked, and in fact he is usually looking for something to do to help me. He talks to me and shares things about his life, he writes me amazing cards and notes and tells me he loves me in writing, but rarely verbally. So yesterday was quite a treat….

Then….Bryan has wanted to work at my husband’s shop for years, he was just waiting until he was old enough (my husband is a machinist). So Bryan finally got up the courage to ask for a summer job and yesterday was his first day on the job. Bryan can’t drive yet, so I offered to take him to work; he declined. Bryan is also taking two summer online courses and one of them is a fitness class, he figured he could run to work and complete one of his fitness assignments on the way. I was a little worried about him running because there are four stoplights and several busy intersections in the four miles from our house to his work. I told him to please be careful and to call me when he got there.

About a half-hour later I got a text from him; “I just got hit by a car, but I am okay.”WHAT???? I was so happy that he was okay, but a little freaked out about the accident. I tried to call Bryan but he didn’t answer, I called my husband but he didn’t answer…. Finally my husband sent me a text letting me know that Bryan had made it to the shop and that he was patching him up. After about a half-hour my son finally called to let me know that he had been hit by a car as he was crossing the street at an intersection. The car hit Bryan, knocked him over and then (in Bryan’s words) “the driver looked me in the eye and then drove off.”

Luckily Bryan only sustained some road rash on his neck, arm, shoulder and ankle, he was otherwise unharmed, for which I am extremely grateful. Only one other driver stopped to make sure Bryan was okay, ironically a teenage driver!

Me, Bryan, Amber (Bryan's friend) last week at my nephew's birthday party

I drove over to see him and make sure he was okay. He was a little shook up but otherwise was focused on the first day at his new job. After work Bryan went to his friend’s house until late that evening so I wasn’t able to talk to him until around 9 p.m., about 12 hours after the accident. Here is what Bryan told me, “that accident changed my life. I could have died. My entire life flashed in front of my eyes. My life is going to be different from now on.” He and I talked about how we both felt that he was being watched over and that apparently it wasn’t his time to go. I thought about our talk earlier in the day when he told me he loved me, I thought about how we never know if today may be our last day, or if when we say goodbye to someone it may be the last time we see them. I am so grateful my son felt like expressing how he felt…. I love him!


  1. I am so glad he is ok. I had a couple of those experiences that make you look at things a bit differently. I was riding my bike and ran over by a car, which stopped short of my body (other than my leg). Makes you realize little things arent worth fretting over.

  2. Hi Camille! I found your blog from a friend and have spent the last 3 1/2 hours reading your entire blog since January. I couldn't stop (and my husband thinks I'm crazy)! I have loved your story and can relate a little from the opposite side. My daughter chose to place her daughter at birth in an open adoption five years ago. I have smiled, cried, held my breath and rejoiced through all your entries! It is amazing what you have gone through, and your family is absolutely beautiful. Open adoption is the only way to go. It is the most painful event we have ever experienced, but I am grateful for the contact we have with our sweet little Brooklyn and her family. Thanks for sharing and not going private! I'm sure you have inspired and comforted many with your story. Thanks again. :)

  3. You totally brought me to tears.. what a good boy you have and what a great mom you are! Such a good reminder to me.. thanks for sharing!

  4. @Annette: Thank you so much for your positive comment and sharing your story! It made my day! I am so grateful for my children's biological grandmother; without her help and support of my children's birth mother my husband and I would not have been blessed with our beautiful children. Even though open adoption has sometimes been hard, it has been extremely beneficial for my children (and for their birth mother). I believe my children find comfort in knowing their extended biological family, for us, they are just an extension of our own family. I agree with your comment "open adoption is the only way to go!" :)
    @Everyone: Thank you, thank you for taking the time to read my story and for your comments, I really appreciate them! (Really, Really!)

  5. That was AWESOME!! The spirit is great don't youthink?? I love you too sister.