I don’t remember the weather that early morning in 2008 being terrible, but I do recall the fog rolling in, and by the time Mary, our family friend, arrived to watch my youngest daughter, and ensure my oldest children got off the bus safely, the fog was bad enough I really had to consider the safety of making the trip to work. It was hit or miss, and I thought if I could just get out of town, the worst would be behind me. I decided to attempt the drive.
Before leaving, I told our family friend about the fabulously cleaned bedroom, as well as the letters I had left for my family. They were sitting on the kitchen table, so they could read them when they all arrived home for evening. Confident my kids were safe, and knowing my husband would be home soon, I left for my meeting.
I knew as soon as I had gotten closer to the interstate I hadn’t made the right decision. The fog was so bad that street lights couldn’t be seen, even when you were on top of them, and I missed turns because I didn’t see the cross streets. Because I was already en route, I just kept going. I really thought if I could just get further out, I’d be in the clear.
I took the highway, as I normally did, but everyone was moving at a snail’s pace. It was really terrifying to have absolutely no idea who was behind and in front of me. Thankfully, people were smart, and used headlights and emergency flashers, but the visibility was non-existent.
I honestly don’t remember if I got off the highway earlier than usual, or if I just got off at my normal exit, but I do remember thinking that it might be safer on a more side-like road with less traffic.
As I inched along, I had a sinking feeling that only got worse. As I stopped behind a larger truck, while we waited for a school to unload in front of him, I called my husband. It was 3:27pm, and I knew he wouldn’t answer my call because he didn’t get off work until 3:30, and phone calls weren’t allowed. I very vividly remember telling him I was worried about the weather, and then I said:
”If something happens to me … no, wait, I’ll be fine. Please just make sure everyone knows how much I love them.”
This is the second post in this blog series. Please read the first part about intuition, love, and faith here. This true story is categorized under “It Ain’t Fiction” and additional posts will be published soon.