While at work today, and even somewhat before that and after that, I recalled why today sounded so familiar. Forty-nine years ago tonight my uncle George died in a horrible car wreck. I actually thought of that a lot this afternoon when I was listening to the weather before leaving for work today.
There were/are calls for foggy weather and snow storms to hit Des Monies, Iowa, tonight. I thought to myself, maybe this is why Uncle George was in his wreck. He was trying hard to beat a bad weather system and get home in by morning so he could celebrate Mass the next day. I have to wonder if he drove headlong into the storm and he had no idea just how soon the storm would pick up. It must have been very unpredictable and the weather forecasters were wrong as to when the storm would hit. This probably meant that the truck driver also misjudged when the storm would hit and had been driving at least 12 hours if not more and was just trying to get to a pit stop so he could rest or sleep.
Oh how I wish I could have met him and been able to talk to him. Uncle George seemed like such a wonderful person and someone I could have held lots of conversations with and philosophical debates would have been fun!
(On a side note: I am feeling much better and DID make it through a 3.5 hour shift at work.)
Love and prayers!