Commode To Joy

finding happy (even in the crappy)

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I remember watching a show on tv when I was a girl, some sort of Dateline Barbara Walters thing in which two parents discussed losing a child in a car crash. “It’s one of those things that we thought, ‘Oh that’ll never happen to us,’” the dad said. I decided right then and there that I’d never assume that I was exempt from tragedy, including losing a loved one in a car crash. “It could happen to me,” I thought.

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Some time in grade school I decided that Dad and I would dance to Louis Armstrong’s “What A Wonderful World” at my wedding reception someday. He turned up the volume every subsequent time it came on the radio referring to it as “our song.”

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By late grade school I remember finding an article on our kitchen counter giving the millisecond breakdown of what happens when a person dies in a car crash. All of the snapping and fracturing and separating within the matter of one second. The extinguishing of a life in one second. The aftermath of loss all coming down to one second.

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Dad told me somewhat frequently that his goal was to keep me smiling while walking me down the aisle at my wedding. His plan was to have a joke at the ready right before we started our processional.

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I asked Dad mere months before the accident what he’d want his grandchildren to call him someday. “Grandpa,” he said.

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For years I prayed the exact same line every single night before bed: “Dear God, please don’t take my parents from me. I’m not ready yet.”

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I spent April 2 — the day before the accident — at my parent’s house along with my cat, Potter. That evening, I headed outside with Potter to drive back to Decatur. Dad walked out with us. We said our goodbyes, I loaded up, buckled up, and pulled out of the drive. As I turned onto the main road, I looked over my shoulder to glance at Dad one last time. There he stood, waving goodbye to me.

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I didn’t know that was the last time I’d see Dad alive…and he was waving goodbye.

I didn’t know that, though I was praying for God to not take my parents, one was soon to make his final departure.

I didn’t know how meaningful it would be to introduce Miller to his Grandpa Jim via pictures, knowing that that’s exactly what Dad would’ve wanted to be called.

I didn’t know that Dad was preparing me for smiling during my wedding walk even in his absence, even with a tear-streaked face.

I didn’t know that reading the play-by-play of how a body breaks instantaneously in a collision would someday bring me comfort.

I didn’t know that all these years later, I’d still be dancing with Dad in my heart every time “What A Wonderful World” plays.

I didn’t know losing a loved one in a car crash would happen to me.

Or did I?

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