This is a very different Thanksgiving than I had expected. My girlfriend and I were going to be hosting our first one - our collective families coming to Ojai from LA, Orange County, Northern California and Reno. Fourteen loved ones around the table, eating heirloom turkey, vegetarian stuffing, garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with chipotle molasses butter, stir-fried green beans and homemade cranberry sauce.
And then we got a call last Saturday night. My girlfriend's little brother had been in a car accident up in Santa Rosa. We spent the next couple hours packing, making lists, doing laundry, getting cash, printing maps, collecting toiletries. We left Sunday morning at 7 am for Santa Rosa, where we arrived 7 1/2 hours later.
We walked into ICU to see him with tubes coming out of his nose, neck,
stomach, even more hidden below the blanket. Two of the other siblings
were already there from Reno, the fifth one on his way from Venice. Danny
greeted us with a smile - it was so good to see him alive.
Danny's going to be OK. He and his girlfriend were hit by a drunk driver head-on at 60+ MPH. Erin was driving - she fractured her foot and had a nasty gash on the other leg. Danny had some internal injuries caused by the seatbelt - a perforated colon and torn small intestine.
I came back Monday night, my girlfriend is still up in Santa Rosa. She'll probably be there until next Tuesday or Wednesday, after Danny is released from the hospital and resting comfortably at a friend's house. The siblings have been invited to Thanksgiving at Erin's parents' house, but my girlfriend is staying behind with Danny at the hospital.
Demitri has invited me to join him at a couple local Thanksgiving celebrations, which will be nice. And I'm not disappointed about making a big dinner this evening, because when it comes down to it, Danny is going to be OK, and that's all that really matters. We'll have plenty more Thanksgivings to celebrate together, as a family.