One of the things I got, if you believe things like this get passed on, from my mother is that I’m a worrier. When I was growing up, the bus my brother and I were riding on broke down and we got home late. Since my mom was a teacher she also got home late but that day she beat us home. We walked in to her crying and worried sick something had happened to us. We were fine and really thought is was silly for her to be so worried that the bus broke down and she beat us home. I mean how crazy is that, buses break down all the time, right?
Today, I was cleaning up some of Moka’s poop in the boys room. Ya, she doesn’t whine at us when she needs to go out like wonderful Nala did. Anyway, my phone rang. Now on my phone I had an alarm sound for the ringtone, I just changed it and gave that one to my wife so I’d know when it rang it was her. I answered the phone and said hello, a little bit disgusted because I was cleaning up poop. (Mad might be a better word) Jo was crying and said she was just in a pretty bad accident but she was ok. Now, I’m typically a slow thinker, sometimes it takes me days to come up with a good response to an argument I had 2 days ago, but when I get calls like this my mind starts racing super fast.
I mean so fast that by the time she says she’s had the accident I’ve already thought about both the good and the bad. After she says she’s ok, she starts saying “I killed them all, they’re all dead”. Ok, bad accident, calling me so she’s ok but everyone else is…what…dead?!? I try to get out of her if the kids are ok and it’s like pulling teeth. I’m about to freak out. I mean get in my car and drive way to fast up there, calling my mom and having her drive way to fast to get down there, meanwhile I’ve got to call the in-laws and tell them…what? And while I’m driving.
She, I think, finally heard the panic in my voice and told me they are all ok and the police just got there and she’d call me back when she knew more.
At this point I still didn’t know about the people in the other car, and to be completely honest it’d suck if they had been killed but my concern right then was my family. I start calling people and when they answered the phone I gave all the pertinent details before I said hello, “Jo was in an accident and is ok, the kids are ok, they’re all ok.”
I made it through about 2 phone calls before I lost it, unfortunately I lost it at Pop’s secretary. She took it in stride and when I called back I apologized and understood.
They’re all ok, the car is dented pretty good in the back driver’s side by the trunk and the other car ended up getting pretty smashed up.
I’ve been going around the house crying because I could totally have lost my entire family today. Some things just never get thought of and now I know why…they’re just too horrible to have to think about. As I’ve been walking through the house I’ve been thinking about being alone again. And you know what? I am absolutately terrified of the prospect. That woman makes this house run, my credit score is 750, or something like that, because of her, we are almost out of debt because of her, I eat good food because of her, I’m back in college because of her, I love photography because of her, I have three wonderful children living with me because of her, she is why I have a relationship with God, she makes my world go ’round and I have no idea what life would be like without her. Hopefully, and God willing, I will never have to find that out.
Dear Jesus, thank-you for my wife and my family.