I had to go out today for a medical appointment. I really did not want to go out today for we have had freezing rain the last day or two. Not fun.
So, just as I am coming home, nearing the spot where I got hit by a semi truck in December 2007, I began to slow down as I always do in that spot for fear of being hit again. I was watching the off ramp to make sure no one was going to hit me and then I turned back to the road just in time to see a deer in front of me. I screamed and slammed on my breaks!
Thankfully, I did not hit the deer. Amazingly, I did not skid on the ice and nor did the car(s) behind me.
I had to pull over immediately and, when I did, I burst into tears. Uncontrollable, horrible tears. The Ugly Cry.
After a few minutes, I was able to compose myself enough to drive the last leg home, but it was very difficult to do so. It was less than 5 minutes from that spot to my house, but it felt like an eternity.
Just as I was nearing my house, I saw my neighbor with her 2 little boys walking up the road. I felt bad not offering them a ride, but there was only 1.5 houses between where they were and our joint driveways. Probably would have taken longer to get them in my car, moving my groceries and gym clothes out of the way than it took for everyone to get home, ice and all! (I say that in case you are reading, dear neighbor) Anyway, as I stepped out of the car, the youngest one must have sensed my need for a hug and he came over and surprised me with a big ol' hug. It felt so nice!
Then, when I came inside my house, my pup insisted on cuddling, and so, that's what we did. We cuddled and I cried, and thanked my little puppy for being in my life.
I almost hit a deer today, and once again was reminded of the fragile state of life. But I was also reminded that there is life surrounding me as well, and that hugs make everything better, even if just for the moment.
(although my fear of driving intensified a little bit!)
- I am a bereaved mother and wife. I began this blog to help me look for the "good things" in life after my daughter, "Babybear", died in July 2005. Three years later, her daddy, my husband, "Bear", died in November 2008. (You'll find a link to their stories on my blog) And now, as difficult as it is, I continue to look for the good things in my life as I learn my new normal with my pup, "Furrybear", at my side. And the angels on my shoulder...