We had a snowy weekend in Boston. It started Friday around 3 and didn't stop until about 4 on Sunday. It was the type of heavy, consistent snow that keeps you in your house, only escaping to shovel your car and enjoy some neighborly camaraderie 'round the snow-pile.
Unfortunately, my family lost an old friend last week and the wake was today. After speaking with my sister and my mom, we had decided we would go despite the snow. We planned to meet up at 1. But at noon it was snowing harder than ever, and my 4wd car has been missing a headlight since Friday night-- that's when we noticed anyway. I called my mom and sister and said I was going to skip the wake and attend the funeral on Monday instead. My mom, dad, sister and her husband decided to go anyway.
Then I became anxious. Had I just made one of those fateful decisions you hear about on the news? "I would have been with them, but at the last minute I decided not to go," said the grief stricken sister/daughter.
For three hours I worried they would end up in a snow embankment or an icy lake, as I distracted myself with a walk to the market, and another round of shoveling. Finally at 3:30 I called my mom and they had made the trek safely. I was told my brother had also attended the wake. I had assumed he wouldn't go since he lives farther away than I do, and so I had not worried about him. Opportunity missed!
In hindsight I should have realized our friend was a church-going woman and with a direct line to the Big Guy, she must have ensured safe travels for all to and from her wake.
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