Okay, so it’s not really funny, as in comedic. It’s more a little bit of mystery and good vibes. On my way back home Thursday night after Dan’s surgery, I was driving eastbound on I-84 when I noticed a dark green pickup truck in front of me. My eyes wandered over to the vanity license plate, and my heart kinda skipped a beat. It said, “LAYNE”. Okay, you’re thinking: so what? Well, my dad passed away a little over a year ago, and his first name was Layne. It’s not a common name at all, and it’s probably the last name that I would have expected to see on a license plate. Even the spelling was the same. Cue the “Twilight Zone” theme. Except, it wasn’t a bad or scary vibe that I got at all. It was more of a little “Oh, Dad must be watching, and he’s sending me a little message of reassurance.”
I followed the truck all the way past the I-205 interchange, and then I went into auto-pilot, as you do when you’re driving a stretch of road that you’ve driven every day for years. When I looked around, the truck was nowhere in sight.
Totally true story, no exaggeration or changes for effect.
Thanks for being our guardian angel, Dad.
That being said, I want to thank everyone who has been praying for Dan, for the donor’s family, for the surgeons, for a good recovery. There are so many, many people that have offered support over the past few days, I want to tell each of you that it really does make a difference.
(I still feel like I need to call my dad with updates on Dan…he asked about Dan’s health every time we spoke. He once told Dan “I don’t care what anyone else says, you’re 100% in my book.” And then he’d give his little Dad-chuckle. We miss you Dad.)