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I've been avoiding a lot of thinking today. Trying to do mindless things but the truth is, I'm a wreck and you guys are really the only family I can turn to.
On Saturday, I got a call from my youngest boy telling me he'd been injured. He's 18 and was hiking in the mountains with his gf and her mother to go to some hot springs. The morning last Saturday started out sunny and relatively warm for Utah this time of year. They went to some hot springs, which btw he found out is not to his liking (too many spiders and slimy alge).
Well of course they got hit by a snowstorm. It's Utah, he was up in the mountains and it's March. On his way down from the springs, he slipped and fell backwards over rocks and ice and caught himself just before going over the edge of the path to fall some 50 feet into an icy river.
The call was to tell me that his gf's mother wouldn't let him drive home, he couldn't really walk and breathing was difficult. On Sunday, he was diagnosed with a bruised tail bone and spine and signed out of work for a few days.
Crisis averted right? Not so fast.
So last night I'm sitting with my other son, age 22. He was unusually subdued. He starts off with, "Mom, I'm so glad to see you." I got a huge huge in which he wouldn't let me go. (Red flag)
Then he said,
"I should tell you, I had a near death experience on Monday." So he sits me down and begins to tell me how while hiking during spring break down in Southern Utah, he was 6000 feet about a canyon floor at Angel's Landing and hiking his way back down and trying to help one of the girls hiking with him. He couldn't get a hand hold or foot hold on anything because of the ice and snow they encountered so he decided to sit down and just gently slide down.
At first it was okay, then he began to pick up speed and the trail curved, he wasn't following it but heading straight for the cliff's edge without anything to stop him. He said he felt so calm and thought, "I'm going to die." He was prepared. And then he just stopped---between two to three feet of the cliffs edge where he would have plummeted 6000 feet to his death.
Now, I know, they are both with me. Okay one's at work and the other's at his dad's for a couple days and then back to college, but given that my financial situation is not improving in spite of good news and promises of future work, I'm frozen to my chair trying to grasp at anything and everything I can to calm my pounding heart and to stop the tears that just keep falling.
I'm in a bad way. What can I say. I know they are okay but it just doesn't feel okay some how.
On Saturday, I got a call from my youngest boy telling me he'd been injured. He's 18 and was hiking in the mountains with his gf and her mother to go to some hot springs. The morning last Saturday started out sunny and relatively warm for Utah this time of year. They went to some hot springs, which btw he found out is not to his liking (too many spiders and slimy alge).
Well of course they got hit by a snowstorm. It's Utah, he was up in the mountains and it's March. On his way down from the springs, he slipped and fell backwards over rocks and ice and caught himself just before going over the edge of the path to fall some 50 feet into an icy river.
The call was to tell me that his gf's mother wouldn't let him drive home, he couldn't really walk and breathing was difficult. On Sunday, he was diagnosed with a bruised tail bone and spine and signed out of work for a few days.
Crisis averted right? Not so fast.
So last night I'm sitting with my other son, age 22. He was unusually subdued. He starts off with, "Mom, I'm so glad to see you." I got a huge huge in which he wouldn't let me go. (Red flag)
Then he said,
"I should tell you, I had a near death experience on Monday." So he sits me down and begins to tell me how while hiking during spring break down in Southern Utah, he was 6000 feet about a canyon floor at Angel's Landing and hiking his way back down and trying to help one of the girls hiking with him. He couldn't get a hand hold or foot hold on anything because of the ice and snow they encountered so he decided to sit down and just gently slide down.
At first it was okay, then he began to pick up speed and the trail curved, he wasn't following it but heading straight for the cliff's edge without anything to stop him. He said he felt so calm and thought, "I'm going to die." He was prepared. And then he just stopped---between two to three feet of the cliffs edge where he would have plummeted 6000 feet to his death.
Now, I know, they are both with me. Okay one's at work and the other's at his dad's for a couple days and then back to college, but given that my financial situation is not improving in spite of good news and promises of future work, I'm frozen to my chair trying to grasp at anything and everything I can to calm my pounding heart and to stop the tears that just keep falling.
I'm in a bad way. What can I say. I know they are okay but it just doesn't feel okay some how.
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