And it does. Change. Bad or good, life changes, sometimes all to quickly. Two weeks ago, one of my friends and fellow ghost hunter, Katie Sonmor, was struck by a pick-up truck, on a street in downtown Minneapolis. Katie was walking to work, crossing the street in the crosswalk, and was hit by a large truck.
Unconscious for days, we didn't know if she would survive. The swelling in her brain forced the doctors to remove a part of her skull. The first time I saw her after the accident, I was stunned. In disbelief, I gaped at our little Katie, so fragile, so swollen, so unconscious on that ICU hospital bed. Hooked up to all kinds of machines including a respirator, it was hard to swollow. Jerry, Kacie, Mae, George and I were all silent looking at our dear friend and crewmate with whom we have shared so much over the past year. It was almost too much to bear, I so wanted to cry. Mae, who is phenomenally educationed in crazy kinds of healing, lead all of us in an energy giving exercise, it's intent to give Katie much needed healing energy. We all stood around her bed and put our hands over her while thinking and trying to give her good energy. It was an amazing experience, and I would like to think it helped, if only a bit.
Katie is conscious now, and she is making progress, though painfully slow. Though she is conscious, she is unable to communicate. Kacie has been in Katie's hospital room most days this week, my wonderful girl, she wants to be there, she wants to try nudge Katie out of that cobwebby world she is in. Two days ago when I saw Katie, she was conscious, but did she know who we were? I'd like to think so, but I don't really know.
I am sad. Katie's accident has left a gaping hole. I have often commented to many that the SIM Crew is a tight bunch, we see each other often, we all get along magnificently, and we enjoy being together. Katie and I always teamed up for investigations, she said we were "team cool". Every week I would see Katie and we communicated almost daily. Now "team cool" is missing the coolest member indefinately, and I so miss her.
In two weeks time an abbreviated SIM Crew will be doing another Northern Frights event at the same location we did in with Katie. It will be insanely difficult without Katie at our side. So, although I've thought about writing about this traumatic event, I just couldn't do so until now. I think it's finally sunk in, this horrible twist of fate. It makes me realize just how precious our lives are, and how much we need to tell people how much we love them and to be prepared. Life can change for better or for worse on a dime.
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