The Angel of Death stepped close today.
My lovely wife and I had just enjoyed a lovely breakfast with a dear friend and were heading out to the rest of our day.
Tammi has always had tummy trouble and this day was no different – we stopped so she could avail herself of a restroom.
She opened her car door, stood, took two steps – turned to me trying to speak – and collapsed.
All I could I hear was the rustle of wings and the world shrank down to Tammi’s face – her eyes rolled back, breathing shallow.
EMS arrived in minutes and as they were checking her vitals, she regained consciousness. She struggled to speak, words not forming and I watched her eyes grow wild with fear. All I could do was hold her eye and talk to her comfortingly. She regrouped and EMS got her loaded up and off we sped to Longs Peak Hospital just a short distance away.
Praying that she hadn’t had a stroke or coronary issue, we waited after she was put through a series of diagnostics, each one coming back, happily, negative. Eventually, we were left with fatigue, blood pressure medication, and dehydration. The inability to speak was due to a concussion she’d sustained during the fall, the aphasia has improved steadily and looks to completely clear.
Two nights in the hospital and a lot of fear, otherwise we’re unharmed.
Once again I’m grateful that Tammi has not been taken from me.
I’m glad I was able to be strong for her.
Her time in the ER was, obviously, the scariest thing she’s been through yet – including the car accident five years ago.
At least this time I was able to be there.
Thanks to everyone that’s been so supportive.
Love you all!