It was three weeks ago today that a car crashed into Carlene's Malibu and crushed it beyond repair. It was three weeks ago, Christmas Eve, that I got a call that she had been in an accident and my heart froze with fear and panic.
She, unlike her car, however, has shown that repair is happening, day by day. She's maneuvering her walker--which should be unnecessary in a few weeks. She's dealing with the pain of bruises and maintaining her trademark cheerfulness.
Mostly she is--as we all are--just so grateful that her injuries are relatively minor considering the extreme impact of metal against metal as she was heading home after Christmas Eve lunch in Athens with Bob and Jocelyn.
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