We Love You Carl!
My dear, sweet Carl.
What a recovery. It’s been a bumpy five years since the night you got hit in
the head with a flying car. You’ve been through so much. You’ve learned so much
and together we’ve grown stronger. Look at you now! Doing the things you love
and discovering new adventures. I’m so proud of you. A lesser man would have
been counted out but not you. “There ain’t no quit and that boy”- so true. You
are not only a survivor; you are a brave and noble warrior. Here’s to the rest
of our lives together – living, loving and laughing.
Love you, Betty
Wow. It's crazy to think that it has been five
years since getting a phone call from the Ballan County Police Dept. Five years
since sitting in the "quiet room" of the hospital with a box of
tissues. It has been five years since my father woke up from a coma and
demanded a beer.
But that's just what makes today a day of
thought and reflection on where our lives have gone since being so violently
shaken up. "How's your dad doing?" "How's Carl?" What's the
old man up to these days?" You know, all things considered, he's doing
pretty damn well. Very well, actually. Still traveling the world with his
music, and recently he has begun sharing his knowledge of life through the form
of inspirational speaking. What a settling thought it is to know that he has learned,
and in turn will teach others of the importance and value of life. To live. For
that is what he is doing. Living. This is quite a step forward from five years
ago, when we thought he was gone. When we were told he would be a blind, brain
dead triple amputee. Nope, I've still got my daddy. And he's turned
into a far more powerful man than perhaps even he realizes.
I would like to
thank everyone visiting this site for their support, and for being a
contributor to the healing kindness we have felt over the last five years. - Lauren
I love you Daddy. Carlin
I love you Daddy. Carlin
