I have a friend. Her name is Kate. She is a bright spot among the world. She knows how to fight for what is right, not only for her, but for those around her. She has a way of squinting her eyes when she smiles. She has a laugh unlike any I have heard. It is glorious. It is a joyful laugh. It comes from the deep recesses of her belly. Not unlike those laughs I hear from my daughter, the laughs I relish.
I have a friend. Her name is Kate. A week ago she went out with her family. Her husband, her brother-in-laws, her daughter, her mother-in-law. Things did not go well.
I have a friend. Her name is Kate. She went up in a small plane. Piloted by someone close. Something happened. The plane crashed. Thankfully the pilot, her brother-in-law, was able to get the plane to the ground sparing all four lives. However, when the engine quit there was only so much he could control.
Kate is laying in a hospital ever the fighter. Healing. Recovering. Rebuilding.
This week I received news about a friend. A friend I met through twitter and social media, but a friend that became a real life friend. Someone who I got to share laughs with, exchange stories, and enjoy company with. A friend that not only attended my daughter’s first birthday party, but was kind enough to photograph, without me asking. The news I received shook me to my core. I knew she had been at an airport, family enjoying a plane rental, piloted by the capable hands of her brother-in-law. But no one could have foreshadowed an engine quitting mid-flight.
As the front passenger, she sustained the worst of the injuries. The pilot, broke his neck, but miraculously they both survived, along with her husband and other brother-in-law. Her daughter was not in the plane.
Kate used to live in the Sacramento area. That is how we became friends. She moved far away, and I have missed her, but not as much as I miss her now. Knowing she is in a hospital room, so far away. Fighting.
All the news from family and close friends has been uplifting, yet I am awake late into the night thinking about Kate. Kate will fight this. She will survive, and heal. Even knowing the extent of her injuries. Brain bleed. Lacerated kidneys, spleen, and liver. Broken radius and ulna. Fractured hip. Fighting infections in her leads and lines. I know that she will heal at my core, but I can’t shake the wakeup call it has imprinted upon me.
I have always worried about what would happen to my family, Bronwyn and Steven if something so sudden occurred. I have done my best to be sure they would be ok on a survival sense, physically, monetarily, but emotionally? What can I do to protect emotions?
My only answer is to be in the moment. Present. Aware. Because I never know if that moment may be my last with them. It is something I struggle with, but if I am struggling, I know I am trying. Because all I can leave them with is a sense of love. I know this love is what is getting Kate’s daughter, who is younger than Bronwyn, through. Kate set her up to love family. That family is taking care of her daughter now.
If you know Kate, from twitter or elsewhere, or if you just want to help, please leave a comment. I’m purposefully not publishing her twitter name, or linking to the story, or naming current locations etc to help protect Kate and her family, but I know her husband wants her story shared. I have the information, as do others who know her, about how to donate, all anonymously to her relief fund.
My only other call to action is for prayer. And if you don’t believe in prayer please send good thoughts, vibes, and best wishes through the universe. Kate will receive them all.