Road trips are pretty common in this family. You probably already know this. In fact, most all of the weekends in this summer has had one or all of us hitting the pavement to get away. The boys (a.k.a. my husband and youngest son) left for Little Rock, Arkansas late Friday afternoon and were to return late Sunday afternoon. I was more than happy to have the whole weekend to myself.
Everything was fine. Well, not really – my entire Saturday sucked. Nothing I had planned turned out the way it was supposed to but that's a different blog post altogether. Anyway, I was playing some game online when I started thinking about when the boys would be back home and as usual, my mind starts drifting off…
I wonder if they'll be home in time for dinner… What should I cook?… I think there's still come chicken breasts left in the freezer… Maybe they'll be up for dinner out… He'll call before he gets back into town, I'll ask him…
Then all of a sudden, I got the most gut wrenching feeling. Something really, really wrong. I don't know what it was or how to explain it. I imagined some horrific car accident and they were both gone. Dead. Taken from me. Just like that. It took me a few minutes to shake it off. Who on earth wants to have something like that pop into their head?
I wanted to call my husband and just remind him to drive carefully, but it was already 2:00 in the morning and too late to call. So I went to bed thinking that would be the first thing I'd do when I got up.
When I woke up the next morning, I fixed myself some breakfast, tidied up the house a bit and was just about to call my husband when the phone rings. It was my him.
Hubby: You won't believe what just happened.
What?!
Hubby: I'm driving down the interstate, going about 70mph, when I see this car in front of me. It looked like the car had stopped in the middle of the road for some reason – I was figuring it was car trouble. Then I realized the car wasn't stopped at all. It was a van! And it was coming right at me! A van! Barreling down the highway, going the wrong way!!
What?! Did you get hit? Are you okay? Is Jacob okay?
Hubby: I swerved over to the right – thank God there wasn't anyone in the lane next to me – and just missed being hit head on by this van! I mean literally, like one more second – even less than that – and it would've been all over!
We talked a little bit more about what had happened. They are both home now, safe and sound.
I don't know folks, stuff like that scares me the hell out of me. I'm sure it's just a coincidence that I got this weird, gut wrenching, nauseous feeling last night, at the very thought of them being involved in a car accident.
It's not the first time something like that has happened to me. In fact, I think it happens for most women. What do you call these kinds of feelings? A hunch? Intuition? Have you ever experienced something like this? I'd love to hear your story.
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I’m glad your husband didn’t die. Since I am your husband.
Yes. Well, there is that.