Doxy has a very touching post today about getting rid of wedding dresses from marriages that didn't work.
Funny that post went up today. This morning, as I read the online version of my hometown newspaper, I noted that my first husband, the father of Only Son, was in a head on automobile collision along with his wife Tuesday evening. He wasn't at fault; someone crossed the center line. The article said that everyone suffered only minor injuries.
There is head on, and then there is head on.
I emailed Only Son at work to check things out with him; indeed, everyone is fine. Praise God.
My lack of emotion was the weirdest thing to me. I gasped when I saw it, emailed Only Son, and then went about my day. I was married to this man for almost ten years, we had a child together, and I didn't do much more than shrug my shoulders.
However, I have to say that we have been divorced for 20 years and it was a particularly acrimonious divorce. We didn't speak for 3 or 4 years except through lawyers. It took his re-marriage to finally get things under control.
So maybe that was why I had so little emotion.
I do have a card ready to put into the mail mentioning that he and his wife are in my prayers. I send it because they are in my prayers, and despite all that is past, God does heal those old memories.