Not the Last Goodbye

About two weeks ago, my husband Veroni and I were running separate errands in separate towns. When I had finished and got back into my car, I switched on the car radio and heard on the news that there had been an accident on the exact road that I knew he would be traveling on. According to the news, the road was closed and there were two fatalities. No.

I called Veroni immediately to find out if he was okay, but he didn’t answer. I called him 4 more times and when he didn’t pick up, my heart started racing more and more. Why is he not picking up his phone?

Then I went on the internet to see what else I could find out about the accident, and I saw the accident video of a truck and two cars that had been involved. One of the cars was burned out and lying upside-down, but it resembled our Volvo, the car I knew he would be driving with.

In a split second, I was sweating and my heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn’t stop shaking. This cannot be my husband. This cannot be Veroni. Right away, I called police in our home town and asked whether they knew anything about the accident. But no, they didn’t have any information about it, and said that I should call the police in another town.

The other police told me that all of their people were still on the scene and they hadn’t received any information yet. I said, “Listen to me. My husband was on that road and he’s not answering his phone. Can’t you just call someone at the scene and ask what types of cars were involved in the accident?”

So finally – reluctantly I might add – the policewoman took down my information and said she would call me back. I called him again, just in case, and he still wasn’t picking up. And in that moment, the thought hit me and flowed through me: He’s dead. He was in that accident. It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life – physically, emotionally, and spiritually. And immediately I thought, I have to get to the accident right now but there’s no way I can drive myself in this state. Who can I possibly find to drive me?

Determined, I decided to go to the pharmacy to get something to just calm me down, because I was shaking and I felt ill, like I was going to throw up. But just before I got back into the car, I called him one last time.

And he answered.

He said that he was home and that his phone had been on silent. And you know, he kept apologizing over and over for causing me this much anxiety, but I wasn’t even angry with him. I just thought, Thank you God, my husband is alive. I had gotten a message from him much earlier in the day letting me know that he was going to be eating breakfast somewhere and that he loved me and missed me, and I had wondered, “Is this the last message I’ll ever have from my husband? The Last Goodbye?” But it wasn’t the Last Goodbye.

But how do we know when it will be?

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4 thoughts on “Not the Last Goodbye”

  1. Oh Martie, this post made me cry… for you and for the reality, we don’t know the number of our days! Thank you for sharing and we also rejoice with you that precious Veroni is alive and well. Don’t know how long it took for your heart to settle, but know this was a traumatic event and pray all is well in your soul. Sending much love your way. Linda >

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  2. Thank you Linda! Yes, it was a frightening and upsetting experience:-(
    We are well. We had an incredible trip to Israel and feel a bit overwhelmed by new perspectives and insights we gained. We are grateful.
    Trust your trip are going well. Will be in contact soon…
    Much love to you both, and thank you for responding to my blog!
    Shalom!

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  3. MARTHA MENS!
    Although we know that our days were numbered, it seldom cross our minds that this might be our last good bye.
    Perhaps you went through all that emotions to have compassion with someone who might have said their last good bye.
    We are so glad that you and Veroni are alive and well and , well even deeper in love than ever!
    Love you very much.

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  4. Thank you, dear Rina. It certainly is true and made me aware of how fragile life is; how vulnerable we all are. Yet, our heavenly Father is in control:-)
    Love you too, so much!

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