Getting hit by a car actually saved my life. It was December 1991. I woke early, anticipating a day of sadness tinged with moments of longing, joy and the knowing that all was as it should be. It was the day of my Grandmother Emily’s funeral. After several years of slow decline, she had finally crossed over at the age of 92.
As I awoke, I had a strange vision of myself and my husband walking on a snowy sidewalk and being hit from behind by a car. I remember asking myself “how can we possibly get hit if we’re walking on the sidewalk?”
That is precisely what happened, that very evening at 10:10 pm. (more…)
