That night so long ago, David was taken from me both mentally and emotionally. His injuries were orthopedic at first, but upon further examination, Davids doctors informed me that his brain was bleeding into his frontal lobe and only time would tell the full extent of the damage if he survived at all. The frontal lobe is located at the front of the brain behind your forehead and controls your personality, short-term memory, reasoning, rationality, and executive functioning. Its basically who you are. Davids neurologist informed me that David had lost sixty percent of his frontal lobe. As I sat there listening to more than one doctor, I found myself in a haze recalling a happier time just a few short hours earlier. As David lay there on life support, I stood there making decisions with the help of the Holy Spirit, not because I wanted to but because I had to, as our daughter Carolyn laid down the hall, enduring her own orthopedic injuries as well as a double broken jaw. All the while, I was praising God that Carolyn was not fighting for her life as her father was. Over the last eighteen years, I truly got what I wanted: to be in control, so to speak. But I lost everything that I held so dear. Parts of my husband never returned. As with every trial in our lives, we dont need to be looking for the person that is no longer there but for the one who never leaves or forsakes us. As I sit back thinking over the years of what the Lord God allowed to transpire in the lives of my family, the closeness and the sweetness that the Lord and I share could not have happened had it not been for the accident. When I think about it, I was not in control after all; God was. May I remind you, He always is.