I know first hand, as many of you do, that losing a loved one can be the most heart-wrenching, emotionally draining experience that you will ever have in your life. I've lost two special people in my life, my father, Michael, and my step-father, Daniel. I only had 12 years with my dad, I wished I had had more. We had nine with Dan. He was there to teach me to drive, let us use his Jimmy, watch me get married and to have a child. But what happens when something tragic and sudden happens, like a car accident?
Way back in 2010, when I was a wee little 20 year-old lass, my then-fiancee, now husband and I had a paper route, in order to try to make ends meet, make some extra money, pay for the wedding, you know, typical stuff like that. It was not a fun job, nor do I recommend it to anyone unless you like driving groggy-eyed down dark roads where creepy clowns can be hiding. But, I digress. I always used to go with him.
One particularly February morning, Jeremy and I got into an argument about something. It was snowing. I should have told him to stay home, but I was stubborn (you know those pregnancy hormones), and I told him, if nothing else, just go pick up the papers and we'll assemble them at the house. He decided to be stubborn and start the route in the blinding snow. About an hour later, I got a phone call from him.
"You'll never guess what happened." So, jokingly, I asked what. And in his morbid spirit, he said "I wrecked the Jimmy." I screamed. Loudly. My first thought was he okay? He must be if he's calling me. I was still scared to death. It turns out that the Jimmy hit some wet leaves going around a curve that goes up, flipped over and landed upside down. Somehow, in some way, Jeremy made it out alive. Everyone from his dad, who is a master mechanic, to the tow truck driver said he should have died that morning. Nevermind the passenger's side. I, along with being pregnant with Syrus would've sustained near fatal injuries, if not death.
|Actual photo of blobby Syrus|
When my parents brought me to the scene of the accident, my mom had to hold me up, as I almost fell to my knees when I saw the condition of the car. I didn't care about that. I cared about my fiancee. So we rushed to the hospital. To my surprise, he's sitting up in bed, just lounging, hanging out like nothing went wrong. He came out of it with a couple of bruises, and if I can remember correctly a fractured elbow, but don't quote me on that one.
To this day, we still know what would have happened had I went with him. Syrus nor I would never be here, I wouldn't be writing this post right now. I'm not a religious person, by any means, but in some small way, I like to believe that my dad was watching over Jeremy that morning when the car flipped over. Needless to say, since then, we dread winter and do not drive in snow unless it is a critical emergency.