Happy Birthday

Okay it was a harrowing trip back home today. I live about a 1/2 hour from town and have to drive through, what we call "The Big Slide," usually I'm okay with it. But today I had a very queasy feeling as I approached it. On my way into it I said to Jevan and to myself "Happy Birthday Dad, say a prayer for me." I got about halfway through and, lo and behold, a highways truck was coming towards me clearing the rocks. My Dad, who would have turned 65 today, worked for the highways for over 30 years before he died. I just knew at that moment he was riding with me as I went through...funny thing is when I stopped to let the highways truck pass, on this narrow road, I waited for about 5 seconds. As I started again in less than 20 feet a rock hit me, and it hit me hard! Even Jevan hollered "whoa Mama a big bang!" I told him to duck his head and just kept on going. When I arrived home I got out to inspect the damage, the rock had taken out the trim and a few notches along the back door on the driver's side, I look at this as being very lucky because if I wouldn't have stopped for the truck, the rock most likely would have come down right through my windshield. Close call? or was it fate? I guess one never knows...
On that note I'd like to wish my Dad a great big Happy Birthday, I miss you, I love you...and I'll be alright in the morning Kid :)

Picture taken Jan 1, 2000,
only two short months before Dad died.