My father went on his motorcycle ride. He was going to visit buddies up north when he rode around a bend with very large rocks in the road. He went off that road into a grassy valley. There was rain earlier that day. The bike bogged down and he was thrown at leasat 25 feet. He was air lifted to a hospital that was 5 hours from home, spent weeks in ICU ans has been assessed as being severely injured. In the last year, he hasn't been able to return to work, but he is walking, talking and remembering things all the time. He has made leaps and bounds in his recovery and even if he didn't I am very glad he is still here! It's been a hell of a year but I am so grateful to say he is still here!
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