Up until two nights ago, all was going smoothly. I was adjusting nicely to this new schedule of ours and trying my best to weave it into the life I had previously known. I even thought, man… this isn’t SO bad. I could get used to Shaun being out all hours of the night or him sleeping most hours of the day. I could get used to seeing him only on the weekends when his sleep schedule was normal again. I could even get used to the idea of him being a Police Officer all together.
Until the moment I got the text, “Just got in crash with air bag… I’m on”. Figuring he meant “ok” rather than “on” and knowing he was probably in a frenzy to text, I was at ease. At least he was able to text me! That was until I didn’t hear from him for what seemed like the longest few minutes, ever. All I could see was his location and it pointed to the middle of an intersection. I tried not to play the “what if” game, it never ends well. But, it’s hard not to. Its now 1am and I’m exhausted, but he tells me to go to bed and that he was fine. I got one short phone call to update me on his whereabouts (the hospital) and what had happened. That was it. I would talk to him again the next morning.
A drunk driver ran the intersection Shaun was driving through. Luckily, the driver wasn’t going very fast… but there was definitely still an impact.
Shaun is okay and I am so glad that things didn’t end up a lot worse. I am so glad for air bags and seat belts. I am so glad for grace and blessings. The day after the accident, Shaun wasn’t the only one feeling sore. I could feel that I got an awful nights sleep and felt more tense than I’ve felt in months. Even though the accident could have been a lot worse, I still had a black cloud hanging over my head. I thought, “How would I handle the stress of something similar happening again?” Because, it’s not if it happens… but when. I know it comes with the territory, but I can only be so prepared. That’s when my routine, the routine I had just become accustomed to, felt like it was pulled out from underneath me. It became more clear then ever that there really is no routine when you love a police officer.
But, I quickly remembered that no one, including myself, can live life thinking, “what if?” No one can control destiny and if you think you have fate by the horns, you probably want to reconsider. Even non LEO families succumb to these realities. I have learned from this experience that you can only take one day at a time and to always find something new to learn from experiences you face each and every single day. With time comes wisdom. I’ve also learned to always hug your loved ones tight and never take any moment for granted. It’s cliché, but clichés are cliché for a reason…
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