I was on Twitter yesterday, and saw my local news stations tweet about a local fatal car crash. I clicked through; it’s a small enough town that that sort of thing is unusual. The first time I clicked, no names had been released. But I had this nagging feeling I might know them.
The second time I clicked, there were names, but I didn’t know them.
The third, they’d added that the vehicles involved were an SUV and a minivan. There were aerial photos.
I kept clicking every time they tweeted. Still couldn’t shake that feeling that I knew them. And it was THEM. Not just him or her. THEM.
This morning, before I got in the shower, the phone rang. It was my next door neighbor. Another neighbor had asked her to call and share the bad news. It turns out, the couple that died, that I was somehow irrationally CONVINCED I knew, were the grandparents of a neighbor family. They watched the little kids during the day while the parents were at work. I’d hung out at the bus stop for years with the grandfather…very nice guy!
If you’re the praying kind, say a few for the couple and their family. Our neighbors have four kids (ages 6 through high school) who will be missing their grandparents.