What's Love Got To Do With It

One year has gone by since Liz hit the mule deer on the Cheyenne River Reservation in South Dakota. To this day I can remember most of the detail of the day leading up to, during, and the following two weeks she remained in the hospital. It is a terrible thing to see someone you care for (love) go through something like that. 

That day as I knelt by her on the side of the road I knew I did not want to lose this person.  As scarred as I felt for Liz, I was mad at myself for allowing this to happen.  I still replay the events leading up to that minute and think of the bad decisions made even days ahead.  I especially had a bad feeling about the decisions we made that day. We took a back roads instead of the interstate. We were chased by a severe thunder and hail storm ending in taking shelter in a small all-in-one store.  By the end of the day when we were tired and ready to stop we found ourselves in a very unsafe area of the reservation.  We decided to ride on to the next town.  As I say, there is no such thing as good or bad luck, it’s good or bad decisions which will dictate the outcome of your day.

Liz had become and is part of me.  I am so happy to have this person in and a part of my life.  From that minute on the small county road somewhere in the middle of South Dakota I knew I’d do whatever it takes to get and keep her healthy and safe.  

It wasn’t easy but she survived two weeks in the hospital and to this day continues the healing process.  

If you need to ask, you probably know the answer;

I don’t think I know what love is.  Sure it’s easy to say “I love you” there, I said it.  I think the true meaning is shown with our actions. Within, is the real meaning.

Liz, you are a brave strong smart women.  And I so look forward to spending our lives together.