Friday, January 6, 2023 @ 3:00 PM ET
I woke up this morning late (almost noon). I had a very busy day yesterday after my visit to see Gwen. I made my protein shake and set down at my computer. That was when I got the call. Victor said she passed away this morning. He saw her last night and was at work when the call came from the hospital. I knew it wasn’t going to be long and I am thankful that she went quickly. Now I am helping Victor with the funeral arrangements as he is a wreck.
Clyde called me to make arrangements for us to go see Gwen. I told him she was gone. He always remembered her as being very nice. We plan on attending the funeral together. I texted Victor and told him to start calling me mom, mother or godmother. I don’t know why I never told him this sooner except that for the longest time I couldn’t remember that I was his godmother. He used to call me often and I wondered why? It wasn’t until he planned a 70th birthday party for his mother that I found out I was his godmother.
How could I have forgotten something so important? I asked Gwen to show me some photos and she said she had to look for them. Then her life got in the way and that was put aside.
Years ago, when Clyde was about 3 years old, we were involved in a near fatal accident. We were struck by a vehicle from the side coming into traffic and by a large diesel truck from behind. I was out cold. When I came around, I found myself lying on the ground, my wrist held by a stranger trying to feel for a pulse. I started to panic and wondered why I was on the ground. Out the right corner of my eye I noticed a huge, tall truck. Once I was fully awake, they placed me in an ambulance and drove to the hospital. My mother, sister and son were already there since they were awake through the entire ordeal. All I could think of was, “Did my fake lashes come off?” They placed me under 48-hour observation because I was unconscious. I did not suffer any broken bones, no real concussion, nothing. My mother got a wound on her thigh, Connie got a busted lip and Clyde was running through the hospital like any 3-year-old. No bruises, no scratches, no nothing. God was truly with us that day.
I was told that I was pinned between the driver’s seat and the steering wheel but because I was so tiny at the time, they were able to pull me out. Once they released us from the hospital, we went straight to the shop that held what was left of the car and it was completely totaled; wrecked beyond repair.
Only thing that made sense was that some parts of my past life may have been wiped out. I have no memory of the accident. I only know what I was told. So, I have to accept this memory lapse and embrace Victor like he was one of my own. And thank my God that he spared me and my family from serious injury. Were we spared for a reason?