Ever witness an accident in your rear view mirror?
I did last night.
The worst part was knowing the car being hit and forced off the road was my husband's; the person I love most in this world.
I think my heart literally stopped.
I was in Bend for a meeting. Mark called and suggested I meet him at work afterwards so we could follow each other home (30 miles). He was worried about me driving in the snow. He was right to worry. I slid into an intersection on a side street on the way...couldn't stop at the stop sign. Luckily, nothing happened. I told Mark I thought we'd be fine once we got off the side streets onto the highway.
Five miles out of town, poking along about 35 miles an hour with the rest of traffic. The roads are snowy and icy. It is dark. No street lights on this highway. I see headlights pull out behind Mark and move into the fast lane. In the rear view mirror, I watch the car lose control and start sliding. Eyes forward momentarily. Eyes back. The car hits my husband's and both cars spin and slide off the road. Eyes forward. Trying not to panic, trying to find somewhere to pull over. I finally get off the road about 1/3 of a mile up, and start hiking back. The snow along side the road is half-way up my calves. It is slick. I can see both cars, and a pick up off the road, along with flashing lights. A policeman was a couple cars back. The combination of police lights and oncoming headlights keep me from spotting my husband until I am right there. He's fine. But the tears start as soon as I see him. He's fine.
Mark works for the Oregon Department of Transportation in the Heavy Equipment Shop. His job is to keep equipment like snow plows and de-icers running so other people can travel safely. He left for work this morning at 5:15 am. It is 15 degrees outside. I can't quite breathe.