Just got in from the hospital

Just got in from the hospital.

Guess what?

It's December. Just like 2 years ago.

And same hospital as 2 years ago.

And I made another middle-of-the-night phone call to a friend about what to do. The same friend as 2 years ago.

But this time is was D-2 and not the Queen.

She'd been T-boned at high speed by an SUV while driving her stick shift Mazda3.

Thankfully, around the corner from a police station.

Thankfully, the other driver was trapped in their car and couldn't leave the scene.

Thankfully, the impact was between the front drivers wheel and the door and not the door itself.

And she'd been on the phone with me at the time.

She'd had worries about whether the battery was starting to go and we were talking about how the car was acting and if there were any problems and then there was her voice huskily speaking oh my god OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO HIT ME and then the most heart-wrenching scream that seemed to go on for an eternity.

And then the phone went dead.

Every parent's nightmare.

She's going to be OK. Miraculously, no broken bones. Doctors don't believe there's any head trauma but we're under instructions to watch her. But she's going to laid up for a little bit.

The Queen is in shock. She knows full well how life can turn on a dime. Another few inches, eight or twelve at the most, and we would have lost D-2, she says. I'll wait until morning to call D-1. D-2 is now in bed, tranqued out on pain killers and anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxers.

Like I have said before, all we have is our time to give, and we need to give it to our loved ones.

So love your loved ones this Christmas season.