I took the train Friday down to BWI close to John-husband's work. Worse moment was when another MARC train came the opposite way and startled me, made me jump, heart racing. I had ridden the train & subway in Manhattan 2 weeks ago, and it was ok, as long as I didn't think about it, dwell on sad things. Trains are modern tools, and if Max had died in a car accident I would still drive a car, carefully. I have an aunt who died in a small airplane crash, but our family still flies. John had an uncle die in a motorcycle crash, and those are kind of a family off-limit thing now. The intersection is 7 houses down from our home, and I always pause a couple of seconds longer, thinking about his uncle Mike, take a minute to be safe and look for motorcycles before turning left...So maybe it is okay to think of Max with every train ride and pray for the engineers to be safe and pedestrians careful...
John was waiting on the sidewalk for me. He towers above most of the commuters, so I could see him from a long distance off, very romantic and sweet of him. He escorted me to the car, opened my door like always. I don't want to take that gentlemanlyness for granted. I count it as a blessing!
There was a huge accident on the beltway that we avoided taking 200, got to the temple in record time. I feel such comfort and peace there and joy for the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the promised resurrection. We talked about Maxwell and cried some together for almost an hour after our service. My testimony of
Joseph Smith (watch the film on the link to see my favorite actor portraying him) as a true modern prophet was strengthened tremendously this trip down. I thought of him and the restored priesthood keys and ordinances revealed through him and felt a kinship/friendship that was new to me--like a reunion/remembering as I recognized his voice.
My eyes are squinty from the sun and allergies, but I am happy. John is concentrating on pushing the right button.
