Nightly Gathering

Open Thread Post 137 - GBH and Business

Time for a walk late morning before it would get too much warmer. I thought I'd walk this one route where I park at basically an electrical transformer driveway/lot and walk along this particular somewhat busy road and back. Some of it is hidden from traffic and some of it is fairly shady. My dog likes to go under the street at a tunnel and walk back on the other side of the road. It is sunnier on that side, so as I was nearing our parking spot and thinking today we wouldn't do that, I saw lots of utility trucks parked in “my” lot. Quick thinking, no fretting, just keep going several more minutes to the back entrance of my Hays trail.

I listened to a podcast I'd heard once before, and one day I want to write a longer essay about it. (It's not grief related) As I was almost done, maybe an eighth left, at a part where the guest was just really laying out the point that Jesus drank the “cup of wrath” that we all deserve, yet some people would rather not accept that gift, I got to see a GBH off to the side. For more on the significance to me, you'll have to reference this post, which in itself references yet another post

https://icantimagine.substack.com/p/nightly-gathering-223

Here's what I first saw, and I literally said out loud. “Hey Mo! I'm so happy to see you.” Yes, I know it's not really her spirit in the bird's body!

Here it is blown up.

I took several more pictures and wanted to stay and see how long she'd stay, but the dog was antsy so I walked just a bit more and then I thought I saw a snake swimming through the water head up. I thought it was cool and this was what I saw.

A stick I guess. But I turned to see if Mo was still there and got to see her in this kind of frame. (Also blown up)

Not really a heart, but still pretty cool, eh?

So back at home at my desk, I've had the newest car insurance documents that arrived last week sometime. We still have Morgan's car in our driveway and drive it occasionally. We've been waiting on a few things to sell it, or maybe that's just what we tell ourselves. Neither of us ever contacted the company to even get her taken off. Having been an adult as long as I have, I knew they'd issue a refund of the policy difference at any point.

I grabbed it and said now or never. We can't have her on this for this upcoming policy period. No matter when I have to make these kinds of phone calls, I ALWAYS end up breaking down when I say the words, “my daughter died.” I feel bad for the person on the other end. I muted while I collected myself for several seconds, and croaked out the information that was needed.

We will sell it in the next month or two, and that is just another hard, final thing. I remember when we took it down to Birmingham in the spring of 2017 to show her what would be her's when she came home for the summer. We made the payments until she graduated in May 2020, then she took over, finally having it paid off just over a year ago now. It's a cute little black Kia Forte and it served her well with the excellent gas mileage it gets; 40 mpg on the highway and not too shabby in the city either.

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If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.

Psalms 34:18 MSG