Packed the hell out of the truck. In fact, spent the last 48-hours doing little more than stooping, lifting and carrying.
Well, and there was the head-on collision thing.
Somewhere in the top ten “Worst Phone Calls You Can Get” are these two:
- Your parents have been in an accident.
- Your child has been in an accident.
Last night, after a long day of packing and preparation for the cross-country relocation, we received a phone call that included both of those. Driving home with the boys after a day helping us pack, my parents were involved in an accident. The phone call came from my aunt. Near midnight, off I went, driving with that certain “no cop would stop me” disposition. Cresting the ridge near where my aunt said the accident had happened, I was hoping I didn’t drive past them, hoping I didn’t miss them.
Turns out it was pretty difficult to miss.
Fortunately, everyone was fine, though a little crop-dusted by air bag smoke. Still made for one hell of a conclusion to a long day.
Tomorrow, we start the drive back across the country.