I had stayed overnight at my daughter’s after babysitting late into the night. But I couldn’t rest.
Finally, around 5:30 or 6, I got up, dressed, and quietly left for home.
Our front door was open, but something was off kilter. I noticed the ladder lying flat in front of the garage. Panicked, I parked and ran into the house.
Terry sat in a straight chair with his left leg propped up on another. At the hospital, we learned he had crushed his heel bone.
That was the year of hurricane Sandy. A life-changing Fall.
(Every word is true–no fiction this week. That uprooted tree brought this memory back in an instant. Terry was 69 then, and he’s 78 now. The pain is unrelenting. If you have to climb a ladder, don’t do it when no one else is there to steady the ladder for you. A neighbor heard the clatter and came to see if she could help. We are so thankful that she was there for him until I got home. Isn’t it interesting how closely attuned we become in a long, GOOD marriage! I didn’t know why I was restless and unable to sleep. I just knew I needed to get home!)