About a week and a half ago I was waiting for Nate to get home from work. He was taking a long time. I figured he was stuck in traffic. Then I got a call. It went something like this:
Nate: “Kris, I got in an accident, I am almost done with the police. Can you come and get me?”
Me: “Wait. What? You were in an accident? Are you okay? Where are you?”
Nate: “I am okay. I am just down the highway, not far. You’ll see the emergency vehicles. I’ll watch for you. Bye.”
That is my husband, a man of few words.
He was headed south on 89 right by the Jefferson Center and someone who had been headed north turned left into him.
His airbag went off. His left arm got hurt somehow. His neck and back have been hurting. As a result my heart has been hurting.
Nate never complains. Not about being stressed or that he doesn’t feel well. He never lets me dote over him, even when he is sick in bed. Now I know he hurts and I don’t know how to help.
The truck was totaled. That made Nate sad. He liked his truck. Those of you who know him well are thinking he would revel the chance to buy a new car. He would, but he is busy and he is facing not having a car until he finds one. Once they paid us for the truck they took away the rental. His process usually involves looking and thinking about it for a while before he takes the plunge.
The wreck reminded me of something I shouldn’t ever have to be reminded of. I love Nate so incredibly much. My life would be nothing without him in it. Since the accident I have spent much more time thanking my Father in Heaven for Nate, and that he was not injured any worse in the accident. I love you Nate.
Oh, and icing on the cake was the $700 we spent on the tires the day before. Nice.