I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
Six summers ago, I was coming home from picking Alissa up from summer camp when we got into a car accident. As the insurance statistics tell the story, we were just a few blocks from home, stopped at a stoplight. The light turned green, we all started to go when a car a few ahead of me suddenly slammed on its brakes. In turn, we all slammed on our brakes.
I still have so many things to get done before we head out on our 750 mile excursion next week: New tiresAlignmentHave door sensor looked atOil changeNew windshieldLaundryPack I’m really excited and really apprehensive about the trip. I am looking forward to seeing my family and dreading it at the same time. I know that I’ll be dealing with 6 weeks of criticism and “loving advice” from all ends as