My Remembrance Day
It’s hard to believe that 30 years have gone by since my November 11th Remembrance Day. I certainly can’t compare it to the real meaning of Remembrance Day, when we remember those who sacrificed their lives to give us the freedom that we are blessed to have in our country called Canada. However, like many individuals who’s lives changed dramatically due to the loss of a loved one or a permanent physical injury because of war, my November 11th matches both of those descriptions but in a different context.
It Was an Auto Accident
It was an auto accident in the afternoon of November 11th 1988. My husband of 3 1/2 years, a recent Engineering graduate, our 5 week and 20 month old daughters and myself were taking a trip from our new home to visit grandparents for the weekend. It was a simple outing. Nothing dramatic there.
My Husband Dan Sanderson did not Survive
Then our car came into contact with a rock cut. Our vehicle rolled 3 times, finally landing on it’s wheels. What was once a normal dad, mom and two children family, was now no more. My husband Dan Sanderson did not survive the crash. Both of my children had head injuries, one requiring surgery at Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto, her skull pushed into her brain. My infant daughter had a fractured skull resulting in severe seizures and a broken left clavicle.
One Moment In History
As for me, my skull fracture caused hearing loss in my left ear. I smashed many of my teeth as my jaw was relaxed as I slept. A broken left clavicle matched my infant daughters’. My pelvis was broken. However, it was my shredded spinal cord and crushed vertebrae that made me paralyzed from the chest down to my toes. One moment in history and everything changed for me and my wee family.
How Was I Going to Cope with such a Loss?
How was I going to cope with such a loss? Could I ever make sense of what had happened to my beautiful family, my husband whom I adored, my perfect life? Remembrance. Then, I remembered Who I believed in, Who died for my sin, Who saved me and gave me and my husband Eternal Life. I remembered that He knew all about where I was and what had happened. I knew that He would take care of my children and He would take care of me.
God Whispered Psalm 68:5 to Me
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling. Psalm 68:5
God whispered those words to me when I was in intensive care. He kept me when family and friends gave my husband his home going at his funeral while I awaited surgery and while my daughters remained in hospital recovering from their injuries. He carried me through my widowhood, giving me the ability to walk again just enough to care for my children who just like my recovery, miraculously were whole even with the surgery scars and shaved head. My daughters hair grew back. My baby’s clavicle healed. Her seizures stopped.
The Road to Recovery has not Been Easy
The road to recovery has not been easy as I remain an incomplete paraplegic who lives with daily pain. Each year, my daughters and I take time to remember their dad who loved them. We know we will see him again in heaven. What about you dear one? Do you know where you will spend eternity? Would you like to know about Jesus who carries you though every difficulty you will every have? He is waiting to hear from you. Just ask.