As I looked up at the very well dusted gold chandler in the church, seeing the reflection of the pews of people I wondered about funerals. I had only been to two others before today; one of my exboyfriend’s step mom (yeah just a tad awkward but we were still close at the time) and my grandpa this past January. I only had the pleasure of meeting the man who the filled church with people once this past summer. Sitting in this quant church, I wondered really what or whom funerals where for. The tone of this one, my favorite by far, was celebrating how Jesus had used my friend’s dad’s life. Why I sat there in was very different from the person sitting next to me (whom was quite fun to sit next to since she seemed to rate the different people who spoke). I was there in hopes of showing in a physical scene support to my friend who had a great loss. The stories that were shared makes me want to clear an afternoon to hear more about my friend’s dad’s life. Driving home through the country of North Carolina (I really know I’m a city girl when I made the comment of “Cows are big up close.”) I realized it had been too long since I chatted with my dad. To know more of his life, the small things that were important to him growing up or what made him pick my mom to be his bride. I wish I could of comforted my friend more than I feel that I did. My shoulder is for you to lean or cry on in the days to come. My prayers are yours in hope the comfort God can only brings touches your heart in that missing piece of your life He has taken to be with Him.
First order of business after the accident happened was to get my a rental car. I had to open the store the next morning and expect no one to come get me at four in the morning. So off to Enterprise to get a car right when they were closing. Im sure I gave the guy a sad/blank look when he was asking what kind of insurance I’d like in case something happens to this car. I halfy couldn’t believe he was asking me such a question, thankfully Jason answered for me. After we walked out to the car and the Enterprise guy walked away, I started to cry, I didn’t want to get back in a car, and even now any car that comes close to me scares me they are not going to stop. I’m actually on my second rental car because first (a Kia. Nothing personal to those of you own Kias but I do not feel safe in those cars.) had squeaking brakes and it was raining here. If I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel safe. Now I have a Nissan Sentra in a color close to Gwen’s which only makes me miss her more. Good news is when the other parties insurance guy called, taking ownership of all expensive, that including the rental (till that time it was coming out of my pocket).
I have no time line at this point when I get my car back. But after a trip down to the paint and body place, just looking at my car (no internal work yet) its at least $4,000 in damages. Poor Gwen, she has had a very tough summer I must say. It was a bit discouraging how slowly this process has been. When I went to the repair place, he told me the other party hadn’t even contacted him yet. Which is not a good sign in my book and at this point I haven’t heard from my insurance people (with two phone calls to them). Trying to find the blessing in the mist of all of this, but its rather hard to find. It could be more difficult, I understand, but I don’t understand why Gwen has so many problems since I got her. A new(er) car is not suppost to do this! I’m suppost to be less worried about something going wrong with her but instead I’m more worried at any funny sound or move she makes. Now this. And people wonder why I hate everything and anything having to do with cars.