Once we got onto Interstate 5 this morning it took almost an
hour to go eight miles.As soon as we
slowed down to a stop I checked SigAlert and saw that there was an accident
only a few miles away so we continued to bear it out.All the ramps were jammed with cars trying to
get off the freeway, which caused everyone to slow down even more when those
cars got back on the freeway at the next ramp.Several near-miss accidents almost occurred as most drivers were now on
their cell phones.I wasn’t driving so I
rolled the window down and took pictures of anything interesting and a few angry
people.Then, I looked up.
This morning I felt the presence of my grandmother, the
grandmother I never knew.I wondered if
she was aware that her daughter was not well, and wished that she could be with
her.I felt the pain of her absence that
mom had to bear all these years, and started to cry.I felt my grandmother’s presence again, and
then she was gone.
Mom had a bad night and called me twice before dawn. It had rained all night into the morning when I finally realized my car window was down. Tired, I sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and watched my dog nibble on some forgotten Cherios. I decided to not watch, read, or listen to the news today.
Have you ever been at that right time and place, when all of a sudden, the scene before you was so indescribably beautiful that you couldn’t believe what you were seeing, and you let your mind drift so far away in its beauty that you forgot where you were, snapping picture after picture, trying to capture the moment as if you were on an exotic island, drifting further out to sea, away from reality, hoping it was real, keeping it real, when all along you’ve lived there your whole life and you just didn’t realize how beautiful every day could really be?
I visited one of my best friends.I
hadn’t seen her since I visited her in the hospital several months ago after
she took a tumble down a steep embankment in her backyard.Battling polio as a child, she developed a
great positive attitude early in life so her recovery was quite quick.Today, we shared a few songs on our iPods,
talked about our kids, grandkids, caught up on all that was going on in our
lives, and then we started talking about her flight in the backyard.She was pruning some roses along the bank in
her mobile scooter when her hand hit the wrong gear and the scooter took off over the
bank, with her on it. The scooter was heavy so it rolled down the bank as she was tossed up in the air. While she was
telling her story she had that look in her eye and started to laugh.That made me start to giggle and prompted me
to ask her what in the world was she thinking as she went over the bank?
was flying, and it was really nice!And
I thought, this is what it must feel like to be an angel!”
were both laughing out loud now and I couldn’t resist, “You had that much time
to think about it?”
was still laughing when she said, “Yeah, it was great, until I hit the ground!
Cleo is well and healed, and so full of positive energy and life, and will be 92 in April.