Kelly, I know you. I don’t know you personally, but I knew of you, and now I know you. I knew of your boy, Will. I wasn’t aware that Will’s father is Kelly and his mother, Stephanie, until I began reading your story tonight. It was when you mentioned The Thursday Club that I understood you were speaking of Point Loma. And later when you referred to Liberty Station, it became apparent that Will is the son of the couple that I cried for a year ago when I learned of his accident.
You mentioned smells that bring us “right back to a moment in time” and sensations that take us back, too. It happens to me frequently when I hear an old song. I can remember what the weather was like and exactly what I was doing when I listened to a particular song years ago. Last year when I logged in to the Prayers for Will site to leave a message and donation, I remember the song I was listening to at that moment. It was Dancing in the Sky (linked here.)
Tonight I read your words for the first time, and my heart hurts for you again. I have two daughters that make it realizable for me to feel the pain you suffer. Thank you so much for sharing yourself with all of us on Medium. I know you and Stephanie have found strength in the tremendous support you have from your family and friends here in Point Loma and around the world. Your precious boy Will’s love and generosity lives on through the many lives he touched and those he saved.