In 2007, my son and his best friend went to Burning Man their first time. (We're in Arizona)
From the time they got back, he kept telling me,
"Pat... (he never has called me 'Mom') You absolutely have to go to Burning Man!!!
It will change your life, and give you new faith in humanity!"
I kept thinking how I'd love to go, but it seemed something always kept me from actually going...
Sept. 2010, he was in a devastating motorcycle accident, (probably hit and run)
and was kept in a medically induced coma for days.
Nobody knew if he'd even make it at first.
At one point, he opened his eyes, saw me there, grabbed my wrist, and said,
"Pat... if you never do anything else, YOU HAVE TO GO TO BURNING MAN!
I told him "You pull out of this, and we're going!"
(I DO keep my promises.)
Later, I told my sister in Quebec, (Delle) who squealed with excitement,
and said "We want to go with you!!!" (she and sweet hubby)
And, even later, we told another sister in British Columbia, (Neata)
who said, "Me too, me too!!"
Delle, Ken and Neata all came here a week before we all headed up to BRC. (What a blast!)
Suffice it to say, the 2011 burn was definitely everything he said, and so much more!
It's up there in the top five best things I've ever done for myself!
There are not ten minutes in any day that goes by without thoughts of Burning Man,
and of all the wonderful friends from ePlaya, many of whom I met in person
at the meet'n'greet.
My son is still healing... it has been a long road.
A year and a half after the accident, his left arm and hand are still seriously impaired,
but his attitude is positive, and we know nerve damage is slow to heal,
so it has been a (long) exercise in patience for him.
I have thanked him profusely, multiple times, for turning me on to Burning Man
and will likely do so multiple more times.
keep on triken' Mamma!
Triken' ma blues away....
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