She Walked Away

Sister's van May isn't my favorite month. I lost my father in May. I lost my grandmother in May. Friend lost her father in May. And I had a bicycle accident a few years ago that all of the emergency room personnel said that I was lucky didn't leave me seriously injured. Is it all just coincidence? I don't know. On Wednesday, the thirteenth anniversary of my father's passing, I was at my mom's house mowing the yard and went inside for a drink. I looked at my phone and saw I had missed several calls and texts from my mom. I listened to the message and couldn't believe it; my sister had been involved in a horrible car accident. About a mile from her house, a man ran a red light and hit her nearly head-on. I called mom several times and you could hear the panic in her voice,"I'll be right there," she said. My sister was taken to the emergency room and thankfully, she suffered no broken bones; but has a lot of bumps and bruises. Her van was totaled. Everyone said she was lucky. I think it was more than luck; I think it was Dad and maybe even Granny looking out for her. Another May tragedy was averted; I think I like this month a little better, but honestly, I can't wait for June.