DEJA VU

so, tonight at about 12:15 am my home phone rang. we have talking caller i.d. so i listened for a minute, and it said st joseph hospital. i immediately panicked. i answered and they went on to inform me that darrel was in an accident on his motorcycle, and they were taking him to icu. what do you do in the middle of the night with your kids. my great neighbor came over and stayed with my kids so i could go see darrel. it brought back so many memories of my dad. as soon as i walked up to the icu, i started crying. darrel is in the room right next door to where my dad spent a lot of time. i am still not exactly sure what happened, but he was turning a corner and slid on some gravel. thank goodness he was only going 25 or so. they are probably going to have to operate on his arm because it is in bad shape, and they are watching his spleen, and he had to have a ton of stitches on his foot. poor guy. it's hard for me not to be mad at him because i never wanted him to have the bike in the first place. so anyway, as soon as i can find someone to watch the kids in the morning i will be going back to the hospital. i hate that place! so much for sleep....