Maybe I should have titled this post: Memories From My Past or Ice Storm Stories
Just another quick memory.....
in 1987 right after my grandson Matthew was born we had another very beautiful ice storm. I had been in the hospital all afternoon and night with my youngest daughter and it was now time for me to go home. She was in a hospital in Richmond and my daughter's husband was to follow me to Berea, just to make sure that I got there safely, but he thought I was taking U.S. 25 home and I took I-75 instead. I thought he was right behind me all the way and felt so safe and didn't even worry about sliding, getting stuck or anything, because I knew he would be there to help me. It was snowing really hard, great big beautiful snowflakes, a regular whiteout and you couldn't see anything. As I approached Berea it stopped snowing and that's when I saw how beautiful everything looked, like a winter wonderland with ice crystals glistening in every tree branch and bush. It was breathtaking. I waited for my daughter's husband for a little while and then went on home and called him to make sure he made it safely home. He had, and that's when we discovered that we had taken different routes home and he wasn't behind me after all and I wasn't in front of him either. My daughter had given him STRICT ORDERS TO FOLLOW ME HOME AND MAKE SURE I GOT HOME SAFELY. We just laughed and debated on whether to tell my daughter that we got separated just after we left the door of the hospital. I still laugh when I think about it.
I have plenty of ice storm stories, but they're all memories from my past. We don't get many ice storms or snow much anymore.