She just had the wreck this afternoon. She appears to be okay, so far, just a few cuts and bruises. The car is totalled. While they were checking her out at the hospital, the girl that I studied with and who brought my girls into the religion was there. The elder, who my husband and I were once close to, came in. This elder use to hold the girls when they were babies. The "sister" that was there is his sister-in-law. Man, I had all kinds of strange feelings going on. I noticed how the girls were happy that we were there, but they were happy that the elder and the "sister" was there. I was happy that these people cared about my girls. The elder left work to get to the hospital; the sister had obviously thrown on whatever clothes that she could find and raced to the accident. My husband had got to the scene before anyone (other than the police or paramedics).
I was happy that the girls were happy with these people. My girls love them. I guess that I'm going to have to let them go (so to speak). When the "sister's husband" arrived, (He's white y'all.) he was concerned, too. This couple is childless. I think that they have adopted my girls in their hearts. My daughter will be going over to their house to recuperate, which is okay with me.
I have mixed feelings about this.
Oh! My daughter kept telling the elder to tell "David" that I said hello. I'm wondering "who's David"? My daughter said it twice. I think that she may have feeling for this young brother (who is white). I knew "Davie". He's, probably, about 10 years older than my daughter. But he looks like he's 16. The weird thing about this is? I had a dream that one of my daughters would marry him.
Life is strange!