Sirens can trigger memories for me... of that day back in 1996...
I wrote these lines in my book, Beyond These Walls; where you can find them starting on p. 125.
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A group of best friends were gathered in a living room when we heard a siren approaching on the highway… and then sudden silence...
That was strange.
What does it mean?
It was so unusual that we stepped outside to get a better look.
The ambulance had turned down the almost-deserted dead-end dirt road - which explained why the siren was no longer needed.
But why would they be going down there?
Hardly anyone lived on that road.
We heard ourselves talking about what it means to love my neighbor as myself.
We remembered how a mutual friend liked to stir up that topic to make us all think.
You know how if you are coming home and see smoke billowing from your neighborhood…?
The panic... the fear… and then the relief when you discover it’s not your house.
Whew!
But wait; it’s my neighbor’s house…
Hmmm…
This is tricky.
Worth pondering
…
Back to the mystery of the ambulance on the dead-end road…
Within a short time we would discover that the neighbor with the emergency was my own dear dad who had been planting beans in the huge field at the end of that road.
And now he was gone.
Suddenly.
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