It is the people that have me reflecting. There are singles, couples holding hands, parents with children.
I watch from a window seat, looking down from above, my son at my side.
I am reflecting right now because I should not be here. My son should not be here.
The frantic call at eight pm on a Thursday night while we are about to get ready for bed.
"Mrs. Rennie? Your son has been hurt."
The call every parent dreads when their child is away at a group camp.
The call that led the rest of my family to accompany me to a rural hospital ninety minutes from home.
I drove that highway in the dark of night. Frantic to be at the side of my hurting child. Trying to keep my calm. To keep my other children safe on the highway as semi trucks passed us, pushing us with their strong drafts of wind. Trying to keep a brave front so as to not worry the other children.
Many hours later we arrived back in the city. Two major surgeries later I sit in this window seat reflecting...
Hold your loved ones close. Tell them you love them and tell them often.
You never know what could happen even in the safest of environments.
(C) Rachel Rennie