Miracles do happen!!!

I am not the type to really talk about my feelings, but for some reason i feel the need to share a litte about my parents accident. When i got the phone call that night saying that my parents were in a motorcycle accident there were so many thoughts running through my head. I had no idea how they were or anything, all i knew was that they were at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise. When i left work to run home to meet up with cody I could not stop thinking about the future. I remember praying to my Heavenly Father to help me be strong and be brave. As cody and i stopped at the gooding hospital to see my dad before he was life-flighted to St. Alphonsus i remember feeling sick to my stomach as we walked through the front doors, I did not want to see my dad, because growing up dad was never sick or hurt, he was a strong man and I did not want to see the man that was never hurt to be lying there helpless. As we walked in the room dad was laying there on a stretcher, the look in his eyes i will never forget, the look of worry for his loving wife. When i saw that look I no longer felt strong and brave because the strong and brave man was scared. Dad was then taken to St. alphonsus so then cody and I got back on the road. As we pulled into Boise my heart would not stop pounding, thoughts were going through my head about the accident that my dad briefly described. When cody and I walked into my moms room we could not even recognize her. she was so swollen and she had tubes coming out of everywhere. There were machines all over the room. As cody and I stand there and watch her sitting there still unconscious, he grabbed me and we cried together. We were not ready for this trial that was given to my family. That night I stayed with my mom I could not help but want to rip out all the tubes and hold her in my arms. I wanted to wake up from this horrible dreams. That night she started coming in and out of consciousness and she would thrash around try to rip out her tubes in her mouth and I would have to stand up and look in her eyes and try to communicate with someone that is not responsive. Ever time she moved the nurse would come in and sedate her and then mom would go back to sleep.. Then she would wake up and she would always pull up her hand and wave me over to her side and there were times when it was so unbearable to see her like this so i would sit there in the corner hoping she would not see me.. One time she waved me over and I looked at her and she was mouthing "help" with every ounce of energy she had. That was so hard for me because I wanted to take all of her pain and be the one that was laying there on the bed hopeless.
 I will not forget this time in my life. I am very grateful for the health of my parents. I love them so much and I   love that they are still here on this earth with me and my family..