by Rene Allen
Today’s blog is going to be very short. It’s 9:30 pm. The day has been eventful.
This morning I had one of my grandchildren while his mother took his older brother and sister to their swim meet. Perhaps you recall swim meets, the hours of waiting for the seconds your children are in the water. Hyrum is 3 and would like to compete as well only he can’t swim yet. So he had Grandma time this morning.
As we were getting ready to deliver him to his mother because I had another appointment, she called. Can you watch him longer, she wanted to know? Her husband, my son, had been in an accident on his way to work.
Of course, I’ll watch him, I said. Call me when you know something. I went to my appointment then drove to the hospital.
It could have been worse. He blacked out, reason unknown at this point, crossed into on-coming traffic and went up an embankment. The car flipped to its side but didn’t roll. It crashed back to all four wheels. At least this is what observers say. My son can only remember pieces of it.
He is okay. No one else was hit or injured. This wasn’t a little tender mercy. It was huge.
Tonight, he’s in the hospital but only for observation. My husband and I just said our prayers together and expressed our gratitude for the blessings of this day.
It’s where I want to stop, now, being grateful. Everything could have been so much worse.