Liz's Letters

(My mom, Dr. Swenning , and Peggy-a solid friend throughout) On Labor Day in 2005, my mom and Ron, her husband of almost 22 years, were returning home from a dinner date with friends. Ron was a motorcycle lover and had just purchased a shiny red Honda Gold wing that looked something like this. He was proud of it and wanted to take it to dinner - gas prices were over $4.00 per gallon at the time and the weather was nice. On the way home, only a few short blocks from their house, they were rounding the corner and hit by a car. The driver had no driver's license because he had too many DUI's . On this day, he was driving, unlicensed , in a car that was not his, and it was not insured. It is likely that he was under the influence as well, although not notated on the accident report. What he was arrested for was hit and run. He fled, probably terrified. A young couple witnessed the accident, got out of their car and stayed with my mom and Ron until the ambulance came. They f...

Teenagers need culture. My mom and I thought we would take my daughter and her boyfriend to see the Nutcracker Ballet. We dressed in our Ballet Matinee' duds, some of us a little more casual than others. No worries. It was about having fun, hearing music, watching the dance. Some of us were not sure what to expect...see two teens on the left of my mom. Curious. I suggested that they read the program; after all, it tells the story that we were about to see and hear, only without words. What? A story? To music and dancing only? Curious. But it was wonderful. On the way home from the ballet, we drove through the neighborhood where I grew up. Fate. The owner of my childhood home was in the yard. We all got a tour of the home I lived in when I was the age of this beautiful daughter, on a trip that was to introduce her to some of what I knew growing up. I had not planned that it would include an inside view of my childhood home, but God did. Very neat. There is a very aged, ...

Today is the first day of the online Bible Study, hosted by Lelia. My post is not ready, but it will be tomorrow. Germs had my body down for several days, every time I tried to read, my eyes would close. Antibiotics should do the trick and my post should be ready tomorrow. In the meantime, I received a phone call from my mother today. Some of you know, but some of you do not, that my mother was involved in a very bad accident in September of 2005. She and her husband were on a motorcycle and were hit by a car. Long story short, my mom's dear husband of almost 22 years did not survive his surgery, and my mother has not walked since. The injuries she sustained to her leg were the worst the trauma surgeon had ever seen. His favorite line whenever we asked if she would walk was, "We have already won the lottery..." meaning she survived and the leg is still attached. The news today was fantastic! After so many surgeries that we have lost count, after many, many months (years) ...