When I saw the blue and red cop lights in my rear view mirror, I had no idea it was the beginning of a very long night. The cop wasn’t a jerk. But he wasn’t one of those really nice ones either.
My two teenage sons were in the car and I was ever aware that they were watching how I handled the situation. We were on our way home from the airport…
“Has anything changed since you last saw the doctor?”
“Where do I begin?” I thought.
She handed me the clipboard and the standard form, which I proceeded to fill out. Last Name. First Name. Address.
Married, Single, Divorced, Widowed.
“No box for div-vidowed,” I laughed as I thought of this term a friend of mine came up with, which so aptly described my situation.