Friday, Feb. 8, marked three years since Will Johnson, my husband and partner in life, and I were in a bad car accident at the beginning of our return to Idyllwild on Highway 74. <\/p>\n
Suffice it to say, Will was in Desert Regional Hospital for three weeks, and I for six weeks, recovering from injuries. At home, we were like two children left to cope in the aftermath.<\/p>\n
If it hadn\u2019t been for friends and the friends of friends who came out in what seemed like multitudes, we would have had to spend our recovery \u201coff the Hill\u201d in a rehabilitation facility. <\/p>\n
So many people volunteered to bring us dinners that one person needed to volunteer as a scheduler.<\/p>\n
Another friend came three times a week to attend to my personal needs, as I was helpless, wearing what is lovingly called a halo, which encased and immobilized my head and neck for three months.<\/p>\n
Friends not only brought meals, but stayed to eat with us and brought us the outside world we so sorely needed. <\/p>\n
Local Color came and serrenaded us. Another person \u201cbaby-sat\u201d me when Will had medical appointments.<\/p>\n
A myriad of little and large things that we couldn\u2019t do for ourselves, including taking care of our dog, who received a lovely long vacation, courtesy of Doug and Scott, owners of Mountain Harvest (who even brought Larkin to the hospital to visit me).<\/p>\n
The point I wish to make is that volunteers in Idyllwild come in many forms. Not all of us participate in helping by attending meetings and\/or sitting on community boards. Many of us support organizations with time and money that are even outside of the confines of Idyllwild.<\/p>\n
Some of us volunteer the way that we were served when our needs were great: people just simply came to our aid.<\/p>\n
As we age here, such help as Will and I received under dire circumstances will become more vital to helping to maintain our independence as elder folk here on the Hill. <\/p>\n
With this letter, I acknowledge the beginning of our fourth bonus year and am grateful to everyone who touched our lives in large and small ways through that long first year of my recovery. <\/p>\n
Lorel Cornman Friday, Feb. 8, marked three years since Will Johnson, my husband and partner in life, and I were in a bad car accident at the beginning of our return to Idyllwild on Highway 74. Suffice it to say, Will was in Desert Regional Hospital for three weeks, and I for six weeks, recovering from injuries. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"amp_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[38],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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