I’d managed to beat the worst of the impending snowstorm last night, but not by much. Thankfully, the forecasts don’t expect any more snowstorms for the rest of the weekend. The memorial service doesn’t start for another two hours, but I’m already showered and dressed so I figure I’ll set the table for later.
I grab a bunch of paper plates from Gran’s pantry, and I can’t help but notice how they’re vibrating, but only because the hands that are holding them are trembling. Truth be told, I couldn’t get much sleep last night, and I guess I’m still quite a bit shaky from the near accident yesterday.
Just remembering the way I felt when my car swerved like that is giving me a serious case of goosebumps. How the hell would I have even explained flipping my car over or swerving into a pole to Gran, and on a day like this, no less? The fact that I almost crashed my car on my way to a memorial is ironic to say the least, and only makes me think of how fickle life can be.