Wes and I had the day all planned on Sunday. We were going to church to see Timothy in the Sunday School Christmas play, have lunch in the church hall, visit the open house in Saugerties village, visit Mom at TenBroeck, and then come home and make some cookie dough in preparation for baking on Monday. Sounds doable, right? We had just finished lunch at the church hall when my cell phone rang. It was TenBroeck calling. Mom had tried to back her wheel chair up and tipped it over backwards, smacking her head on the wall and opening up a cut. They were sending her to the hospital to be checked out. Wes and I drove down the thruway and arrived at the hospital at almost the same time as Mom. She was being examined by a doctor and nurse, but was in good spirits and was very happy to see Wes and me. She had a CT scan of her head and neck, blood work, a urinalysis (which found a UTI) and a physical exam. Bonnie arrived and Wes went home. We waited for a while. The CT was negative, so they brought Mom a full turkey dinner for lunch. By 4pm, the ambulance had come to take Mom back to TenBroeck. Bonnie and I stopped at TCBY for a quick bowl of soup before stopping at TenBroeck. Mom was already in bed and fast asleep, worn out from the trauma of the day. It could have been so much worse. Is this a way of waking us up to what’s really important or just an accident with no hidden meaning? It’s something I will ponder for a while.