Then yesterday this happened:
Liam and I are OK. Today I'm happy to be alive. Hurting, but I'll take it over the alternative. Nothing broken, not even any blood. We were at a complete stop waiting to turn left, the other guy was going 50-60 mph in a big Dodge pickup. He didn't see us until the last instant.
My little car did us good. I'm so going to miss it. I've had it for 16 years and 360,000+ miles.
Not gonna go for a trail ride tomorrow like I'd planned. Walked an easy mile this evening and regretted it. :/ Head isn't quite right.
Liam is fine but had a panic attack today. Not sure how to help him other than to talk about it and try to reassure him. If he can't get through it I'll get some professional advice.