Yesterday the little girls and I went to my Mothers cemetery to do some weeding and put out the fall flowers. When we arrived I noticed the headstone looked tilted forward just a little . The lawn mowers had knocked the flower pot on the one side off and dented it. Not thinking much of it , we started pulling weeds and found a cute little woolly caterpillar. Lucy and i were kneeling down in front of the headstone looking at it and Mary came around from the back and before I new it the headstone had fallen forward and my leg was wedged under it. Mary got on one side and Lucy on the other and tried to lift it. After 5 minute with no luck moving it the pain became excruciating.(I had put a border of bricks and stones around the headstone and my leg was crushed between the headstone and the bricks). Mary became hysterical and Lucy ran to the car to hide .I told Mary to run back to the car to get my phone so I could call 911. While talking to the operator Mary went over to the headstone and LIFTED THE 500 pound (well that is what it felt like) HEADSTONE OFF MY LEG ALL BY HER SELF!!!
When my brother arrived to retrieve my shoe , he could not lift the headstone himself.
After spending 6 hours in the ER , the good news is no broken bones(I guess it's good to have fat legs ), but the tendon and muscle were crushed. Crutches,air boot and pain meds. and home we went.
We are so thankful that it did not fall one one of the girls. Lucy had stood up 2 seconds before it fell . Her head would have been crushed .
Before my Mother died , she told me something that I have never forgotten. A few days before she died she said an Angel from GOD had come to talk to her . HE said to tell us that everything would always be alright.
As I was laying there I was thinking "Mom everything is not alright" and then Mary somehow found the strength to lift the headstone.