This past weekend, on 11/16/13, it was a very emotional, and bittersweet day. I went hunting and shot my first buck. Now some people know why this is so emotional for me and some don't so let me explain.
Ten years ago, on 11/22/2003, I was in a car accident with a deer. It was bad. I was 15 and in the car with my mom and sister. Mom was driving, I was sleeping in the front passenger seat and my sis was in the back behind me. A deer jumped out of the woods, hit my moms side and came through the windshield on my side. The antler managed to lodge in my right temple and eye. It broke off the deer luckily.
I was airlifted to the hospital and had emergency surgery to remove the antler and two weeks later, they had to remove my eye. I now have a prosthetic.
I try not to let it bother me, or at least let others see that it does. I still have dreams about the accident and sometimes anxiety attacks. It seems so have grown harder to deal with the more time that passes. I don't know why. I hate people to look me in the eye so I constantly look away. I also joke about it to make it seem like it doesn't bother me.
When I shot the deer, I was with my Uncle John. That made it even more emotional. He is an amazing man and I don't know what I would do without him or my Aunt Barbara. He came to see me everyday while I was in the hospital even though it was a drive for him. When I couldn't eat before my surgery, he didn't eat because I couldn't. To have my Uncle John beside me at that moment, and to share that excitement with him is a feeling that is hard for me to even describe. Him being there made it 100 times better than I ever could have imagined. It truly was bittersweet.
