New Age Spirituality – Morning Has Been All Night Coming ( Part 3 )

Our old car chugged along as we both retreated into silence for a short while. Suddenly, Mardai reached over and touched me on the shoulder. “John,” she said, pointing ahead, “look at the letters on that truck.” There before us, in the right lane, was a slow-moving truck with the large, black letters “JH” painted on the rear doors. I guess we all like to see our initials and we laughed and waved to the driver as we passed.

Pulling ahead,I glanced through the rear view mirror and noticed the initials on the front of the truck again. This time, however,they were painted in white. Mardai looked at me with the whisper of a smile and said, more as a statement than a question, “I wonder what that means.” A shudder ran through me as I heard a voice in my head utter,“This is your last ride together.”

What an awful idea, I thought. There, on the back of the truck, my initials in black. Up front, the same initials in white and now the worried feeling that something wasn’t right. I was in the habit of looking for signs and symbols, even reading messages from license plates at times. I had found, as I mentioned before, that the simplest things could be the most profound. And yet, I never allowed myself to take any of these things too seriously, much preferring to maintain a balanced view of life with all its seeming ups and downs. However, because I knew that everything in life has meaning and that we live in an orderly universe, I could not help but wonder about my current feelings and the possible meaning of the letters on the truck.

We drove on, both of us wrapped in our private thoughts. From the corner of my eye I noticed Mardai sitting quietly with her eyes closed. My apprehension grew. What if this really was our last ride together? No! That could not be. She was only a teenager when we were married. The almost twenty years we had spent together had seen their problems and their joys, but overall, they were the best twenty years of my entire life. What would it be like to spend the rest of my life without her? The prospect was unthinkable.

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