Michael was in a car accident.
He's okay - other than a hurt right arm. They don't think it's broken, but he needs to see an orthopedist. He thinks he totalled the car, but since it happened over the weekend, the insurance adjusters (or whatever) haven't looked at it yet.
He was driving the candidate to an event several hours from his parents' house. He was on a highway when a sheriff's deputy pulled out in front of him. Yep - he hit the law. (Sound familiar, A-T?) I'm hoping that teensy fact won't impact the state trooper's report of what happened, but you never know.
I was fine yesterday - worried about him & his arm, but fine. But today I started thinking about how bad this could have been. Michael could be lying in a hospital bed right now. Or worse. I know I can't let my mind go there, but the "what ifs" tend to creep in. Makes the other things I was going to write about seem incredibly superficial and silly. Nothing like a car accident to serve up a healthy dose of perspective.
The creepiest thing about this is that Friday night, I had a dream that I was down there visiting. Michael had decided to drive back up here early, but I couldn't leave for some reason. Then it started getting late and I was lost and hadn't heard from him. I was terrified that he had been in a car accident on his way back. Car accident. Creepy, no?
I just wish I was with him. I hate being so far away. I've always hated being so far away, but when you have something like this slap the fragility of life right in your face, it makes it feel a little more urgent. I feel like we are wasting time. Not so much in the fertility sense of the word, although I certainly feel that too. But I mean more that we are wasting these days that we should be spending WITH each other. I realize that in the span of a lifetime, a year is just a drop in the bucket. But who knows what could happen?
Have I mentioned that I can't wait for all of this to be OVER? One more week. Hopefully we can keep Michael in one piece until then.
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That's crazy. Friday afternoon around 6 pm I got a call at the office from one of my employees - she and her fiance were T-boned and she needed a ride home. Maybe it was the cosmic day of auto perils?
As I've struggled my way through DH's illness the last few years, so many people have said "You're so strong". This might sound mean but that has always been a little hollow to me. I mean, it's not as though I made a choice of strength. It was foisted upon me and I had no choice but to deal with it. However, that is not true for you. You and Michael made this very difficult choice to live apart because you believed it was best for a variety of reasons. That is so admirable and strong. I'm so glad this is almost over and you two will get to be together again soon. Many hugs and well wishes for you and your DH.
Eek! Glad he is ok. Scary.One more week, one more week, one more week.......
So glad he's ok! and that the end is finally in sight for you
that is so scary. car accidents are so scary because they are unpredictable. i'm SO glad that he is okay...and more glad that you will be back together again so soon!
Glad to hear he's okay. I hope the time flies by quickly so you guys can be together.
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