Today, I feel . . . 
On June 20th, a friend and I were spending time together in my apartment, when all of a sudden, she had gotten this sense of dread coming over her (which we though nothing of). The day had going pretty crappy for me since that morning. Almost being late for work, cramps from hell, and no internet (only on my computer). Let’s face it, in my eyes, I was having one shitty day. Had I known what was to come, all that stuff wouldn’t have been so bad.
I had gotten a frantic phone call from my grandmother asking for my mother, but she wasn’t home yet. I asked her what was wrong, why she sounded so upset.
“Lisa and Jason were in an accident,” she said. “They were under the car!”
“Are they okay?” I asked
“They’re on their way to Saint Vincent’s hospital,” she continued. “Where’s your mother?”
I told her to try my mom’s work and cell phone, and that I’d tell her to call her if she couldn’t get a hold of her.
After I hung up the phone, I honestly didn’t know what to do, so I cried.
I cried because I was scared.
I cried because I was confused.
I cried because I honestly didn’t know what else to do.
I was thankful that I wasn’t alone. I had my best friend right by my side. Holding me and refusing to let go. Knowing that I couldn’t handle the news on my own.
Once my mom had come home, I had told her what had happened. She called back my grandmother and found out what exactly had happened.
They were okay!
I had never felt so relieved in my life.
They had a few scratches and bruises, but they were okay.
After everything had calmed down, I started to realize why I had gotten so upset. You see, my cousins Michael, Sarah and Jason, and my aunt Lisa had all come from Florida for the weekend for my grandfather’s 75th surprise birthday party today. I briefly saw Jason and Lisa when they had stopped to drop of Michael and Sarah at my house on Thursday, thinking I’d see Jason and Lisa on Sunday.
I should have spent more time with them. I felt that I had taken them for granted. I felt guilty. But then I realized, anything can happen. It doesn’t matter where or when. Time doesn’t wait. If it’s your time, then it’s your time. It wasn’t there time. They truly had guardian angels.
Read the story here
BTW: “The boy was with his mother” Boy - Jason & Mother - Lisa
::Thank you Jennifer, for being there when I needed you, and being my best friend. I love you! <3::
Okay, enough of the sad stuff, I need some ishkabibble!
BOBO!
Good night, and God bless! <3
