Could you be loved

As I hiked today, I listened to Bob Marley on my iPod. I looked up at the blue sky peeking through the highest branches of the tall maple forest. I sighed thinking that Bob Marley was taken while he was in his prime. I hummed as I ran along, thinking of my sister in law who was also taken from us too early. The chorus, "could you be, could you be, could you be loved", buzzed in my head along with the sound of peepers in a nearby pond. For the next 3 miles, I trudged through the early spring mud and over logs thinking only of her. I thought of how she would have loved a day like today, one where you could see winter become a distant memory; one where the positives outweighed all else.  As I contemplated the sister in law I had recently lost, my husband was making his way home on his bicycle like he does every day from New Haven. He traveled down route 77 with his wheel hugging the inside of the road’s white line.  Without so much the rev of an engine, a car driven by an elderly woman, lost control and swerved off the road sharply on his right. Her driver’s side mirror grabbed the small plastic case attached to his bicycle that held his spare tires and such. Before he knew it, he locked his eyes on hers as the bike jolted forward along with the force of the car. As it all flashed by, the small case tore raggedly off the bike and the torque forced the buckles of his shoes to tear off. being released from the cars grip, his legs now unclipped from his pedals, splayed out as he hit his brake and came to a dazed stop. Her car moved forward now nearly sideways on an embankment until it came to a halt. How he only walked away from this with only a foot injury may just be a miracle. In that same minute as I sang Bob Marley’s, “Could You Be Loved”, my husband was protected somehow. This blog has spoken often of the everyday ordinary miracles that happen in my life. Today, an angel like no other reached out and said, “Yes, you would be loved.”