It was a typical fall Saturday. The weather was nice. Turner had a morning soccer game and Chase had an early evening game. In between the two we thought we would run to the pumpkin patch. Get the pumpkins we would carve, take the obligatory pictures, and allow Decker to enjoy in the fall tradition. We walked around, we chose our gords, and we even did get some photos. But, while Decker and I were enjoying the chickens running around the coop, you and Ryder and Turner and Quinn were having your own fun. Accidents happen, we all know this is true. And, so one did. From atop of the hay bale flat bed you fell. You broke your fall with your wrists and broke both wrists as a result. I did not see you fall. You did run over and tell me but did not seem to be in much pain. But, then you were gone. We couldn't find you for a final group picture and we learned you had left for the car because the pain was intense. When we met you at the car, we could see the pain all over your face and off to urgent care we went. The diagnosis was not surprising, but it was a disappointment. One wrist casted, one in a removable brace so that you could shower, with a timeline of 6-8 weeks. You always strive to be the best, so if you're going to break a wrist and miss part of hockey season it seems very Chase like to just break both!
The countdown begins. Though it is estimated to be 7-8 weeks, it is not days in the cast being counted, but the number of practices and games being missed. You are a trooper and a sport. Although this is crushing to your spirit, adversity builds character and there is no doubt, like most things, you will rise far above this in no time. Feel better quickly, Chase. We love you.
