Here is Nana, with Glenda in the background.
The boat all decorated up for the parade.
Deanna and my Mom.
David and Greg preparing to BBQ.
Nick reeling in a big catfish!
Greg tending to the steaks. You can see it is getting dark, and we are just about to eat. We were setting out the food, and Mom went upstairs to get Nana a sweater, when suddenly there was a lot of commotion, and I heard some yelling. I immediately feared that my Grandmother, Nana, had fallen. But when I reached the stairs, discovered it way my Mom! She had somehow fallen down the hardwood stairs to the landing, and was laying there, in a very awkward position, unable to move, and obviously hurt seriously. It was such a blur of activity, but my brothers David, Tim and I were with her on the landing, trying to determine the extent of her injuries. It was clear within minutes that there were broken bones involved, and that we could not move her. My brother called 911 and to her horror, she had to have the paramedics take her out on a flatboard, with most of her neighbors, that she had yet to meet, standing out side watching as they took her by ambulance to the hospital. I went with her, and another brother met us there. The rest stayed behind to be with Nana, and take care of things at home. She was in terrible pain, and they could not get her comfortable, not even with heavy duty narcotics, but after taking xrays, discovered her left leg was broken badly about 3 inches above the ankle, and her left shoulder was dislocated. They tried to get her comfortable with meds, but were not able to do so, and eventually, after what seemed like hours, sent us out of the room to reset her shoulder. Thankfully, it went back into place, and immediately relieved the horrible pain. However, now she was well aware of the pain from her broken leg! She was splinted for the leg, and they put a sling on for the shoulder, and sent her home, to follow up with orthopedic surgeon on Monday. So, since it was so late, she went home with my brother Mark, and then brother David brought her out to my house the next morning. She stayed here for a few days, and then we took her home to her new house on Monday after the doctor visit. Since then, we have been trying to get her moved in, and modify the den downstairs for her makeshift bedroom while she recuperates. Which, unfortunately, looks like about 3 months. It was bad enough, and she is disgusted and mad and down, but thank goodness it wasn't worse! The rest of the photos are from the following day after her accident, here at our house. She was here with us, but I didn't take any pictures of her in her wheelchair. She was not feeling too chipper. I will later. So, needless to say, our 4th was filled with fireworks alright, but not the kind we wanted. Hang in there Mom.....time will pass, and you will be good as new soon.
The end. I hope next year's celebration will be better with NO accidents!!!!!