Something that happened Tuesday morning, on the day we said our final goodbyes to our 13-year-old greyhound Dash, that shook the emotions for my wife and me.
We made the final decision early in the day and with great sadness set an appointment for early afternoon. But I had interviews planned for late morning for a sports feature I was working on.
When I got into my car, I paused a moment to collect my thoughts and noticed some trash in the floorboard. So gathered it up and took it to a trash bag in the garage. As I walked back to my car, I heard a large truck heading down our street.
The large yellow vehicle had huge letters on the side for the company name. I can’t recall the complete name, but it was something like “DASH Transport and Storage.” The “DASH” was in huge letters.
I’ve lived in my hometown my entire life and I have never heard of this company and have never seen one its trucks. I couldn’t believe that this happened on this particular day and at the exact point when I was in the driveway.
As I was thinking about whether or not I should mention this to my wife, I looked up to see her walking from the garage with tears in her eyes. She had just happened to looked out the front window as the truck passed the house.
Is this a completely random occurrence based on some order of random chance or is there something more at play here? I’ve asked myself several times about why this happened.