I'm trying to block out this night. Everything is still pretty vivid. Walking up to the scene of an accident with lights flashing and flares blazing, is not how you want to find your child. By the grace of God and so many prayers and miracles. He walked away from this crash without a single scratch on him. Not one. He had a little bit of a rash where the seatbelt had been. But he was otherwise unharmed. He had xrays and a CAT scan done. Zero. Zilch. A miracle from God. There is some mighty work this boy needs to accomplish. Hopefully he'll be able to figure it out. 
I thought I had cried all of my tears out the night before (Tuesday), so when we came upon the accident scene the next day, I thought I was good...
The sheered down utility pole he hit. That massive pole was 6 inches tall after the van hit it.
Where he left the road:
Until I found the Toyota Sienna symbol. I lost it. I'm not sure what happened or what came over me, but as I type this a month and a half later (December 19th), I am tearing up. It's symbolic in some way, but I'm not going to delve into it too deeply. I would be a blubbering mess.
Apparently, I'm still pretty emotional about it. Going through these pictures is like going back to that night. It's heart-wrenching, but also so peaceful to know that he is still alive. God is so mindful of us. So thankful our Spencer Boy is still here with us.
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