Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Mom

Today is the 30th anniversary of my mothers death.

My little brother Paul is amazing in so many ways. This is one: For the last year he has been looking for and contacting anyone and anything he could find that was involved in the rescue of my family from an airplane crash in the Wyoming mountains 30 years ago. He has emailed, called, and contacted several of the rescue crew, the helicopter pilot, and hospital staff. There were so many people who spent hours climbing the cold, dark wilderness for us. He was able to get the GPS information from the military group that helped during the search and had a fairly good idea of where we were found from one of the people who eventually found us. He planned a hike for the three surviving children--for today.

 Due to Mark traveling to China during this time, I was not able to go out for the hike.

Paul and his wife Julianne drove to Jackson Hole, Wy, and then took a tram up as far as it went. Paul then set out alone to the exact site of the crash. He said it was a wonderful experience and wants us to do it together soon. I look forward to that day. After the hike he was interviewed by a local journalist who became interested in the story from someone Paul contacted about information. The journalist took pictures of Paul and then called Jan and I for more information. Thirty years later, it still brings tears to my eyes to think about this day, this event, that changed my (and my families) life forever.  I miss my mom. I don't even know her. I was so young when she died. And to tell the truth, the events that happened after were so traumatic that my life memories were defined by before the accident and my survival after. I had VERY few memories BEFORE the event. I seemed to have blocked them out of my memory (until I married my husband--and then many, many memories came flooding back at a scary and alarming rate.)

My brother. My younger, sweet, and generous little brother. What an amazing thing to do. I will always be thankful  to him. And my husband helped me heal enough to realize that good things can come from tragedy.

I love them. I honor them.

Here's to you mom! Your kids, grandkids, and great grandkids love and miss you!

6 comments:

Lynne said...

I sometimes think of how hard that experience must have been/still is for you and your family. I hope that someday you are able to see each other again and enjoy each other's company forever and tell her all about everything. Take care.

ju said...

loved it! love you!

snakeriverwalton said...

Wow. I remember my parents telling us what had happened and it seemed so surreal. So amazing that Paul had the vision to start that search. Also brave. You are amazing. Keep it up. I have loved getting to know you again through our silly blogs.

Lesa said...

I don't know a lot of the details that have made you who you are today. But I want to say how grateful we are to have YOU in Our lives. You're an inspiration to us and we LOVE YOU!

Life with boys... said...

{{{{HUGS}}}} there are no words to convey my feelings, but know that you are LOVED!

Marci said...

This is so sweet! Thanks for sharing.