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Just got a call from my sister: "Dad was in a car accident."
That's it. "Dad was in a car accident." Full stop.
Me: "Omigod, is he okay?"
Her: "Yeah, he'll be fine."
Me: "Okay - you need to say that FIRST. Before 'Dad was in a car accident.' Or at least in the same sentence!"
So she passed the phone to Mom, and between Mom and Dad, I got the story. Dad had been headed north on I-75 to Naples this morning to assist in a surgical procedure... cruising along at 75 mph in the right lane. Quiet day, not many people on the road. And suddenly, it felt like his car exploded around him. He managed to get out of the car, and at first thought it was a hit and run, because he couldn't see the other car anywhere - a couple who'd pulled over pointed the other car out to him. Across the median. Upside down.
Dad turned to look at his (brand new) car. Totaled. The trunk was smashed up into the backseat. The backseat was gone. A few inches more, and the wreckage would've pinned him against the wheel. Just a few inches.
The policemen estimated that the other car rammed Dad's car from behind at 90-100 mph, probably closer to 100. Two "kids" in the car (anyone under 40 is a kid to Dad). Driver may have fallen asleep at the wheel. Both survived.
Just a few inches. It's a miracle the gas tank didn't ignite. Mom said she felt physically ill when she saw the car.
Dad's left knee is All Fucked Up; his orthopedist will take a look at it tomorrow.
It is a miracle that I didn't lose my daddy today.
And my sister's ass is *so* kicked next week.
That's it. "Dad was in a car accident." Full stop.
Me: "Omigod, is he okay?"
Her: "Yeah, he'll be fine."
Me: "Okay - you need to say that FIRST. Before 'Dad was in a car accident.' Or at least in the same sentence!"
So she passed the phone to Mom, and between Mom and Dad, I got the story. Dad had been headed north on I-75 to Naples this morning to assist in a surgical procedure... cruising along at 75 mph in the right lane. Quiet day, not many people on the road. And suddenly, it felt like his car exploded around him. He managed to get out of the car, and at first thought it was a hit and run, because he couldn't see the other car anywhere - a couple who'd pulled over pointed the other car out to him. Across the median. Upside down.
Dad turned to look at his (brand new) car. Totaled. The trunk was smashed up into the backseat. The backseat was gone. A few inches more, and the wreckage would've pinned him against the wheel. Just a few inches.
The policemen estimated that the other car rammed Dad's car from behind at 90-100 mph, probably closer to 100. Two "kids" in the car (anyone under 40 is a kid to Dad). Driver may have fallen asleep at the wheel. Both survived.
Just a few inches. It's a miracle the gas tank didn't ignite. Mom said she felt physically ill when she saw the car.
Dad's left knee is All Fucked Up; his orthopedist will take a look at it tomorrow.
It is a miracle that I didn't lose my daddy today.
And my sister's ass is *so* kicked next week.
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This is *definitely* Vehicular Accident Week. Your dad's the fourth person I know to have gone through this this week. Bloody hell.
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I'm nervous as hell about Elayna right now, being as she's being driven to and from the zoo on the highway by a guy who isn't accustomed to driving kids - I don't think he's a major risk-taker, but still. I won't really relax until she's back here.