I entered Summer by driving 10 straight hours to a Wyoming hospital where my college-age daughter was taken after an Interstate rollover car crash with two of her cousins. Picked up my son along the way to help with driving and emotional support. The experience uncannily resembles certain aspects of my own rollover and resultant brain rewiring of 7 years ago; yet in a twisted way, I feel absolutely prepared (nay, authoritative) to be present and grounded for the situation. My girl had to stay overnight for monitoring. We’ll see if she is released and ready for the long trip home today. I know she will need vast doses of MomLove, plus support on a variety of levels, all of which she will be given. Sometimes, some of us DO need to be “hit by a truck” (metaphorically; this was a young, tired driver error) in order to move forward with our soul journeys. I trust she will move through this and be fine — and will use her healing time perhaps to ponder how her life might now take some unexpected turns. We all feel blessed, of course, that everyone is able to walk out of the hospital unassisted and basically intact. In the meantime, I may be a bit slow in responding to Comments.