The Trip

Here is the finale.There were many small things that happened all through the trip, and they were not coincidences. Here is the rest of it, condensed as much as possible.

I left Sandy's house at about 3pm monday, knowing she had hours left on this earth. It was hard for me to leave, but I had to get home.The indifferent cab driver came to pick me up, and his hard heart was softened on my 2nd ride with him.He was very gruff and hard the first ride, but this time he wished me a safe trip home.He looked like he was ready to cry.
God touched his heart!

I boarded the train at 5:20pm at Poughkeepsie New York.The train made a stop at Albany, like it did on the way there.I got out to stretch my legs, and then my phone rang. It was Mike, Sandy's husband. Sandy had passed away about the same time the train left to come home. I leaned against the pillar, and just totally bawled my eyes out, almost collapsing in grief. I knew she was dying, but it was still so hard to hear that she had passed away.After I got off the phone with Mike, I called home, and told my husband and my youngest daughter that Sandy died. I had told my husband previously, that I could just feel that Sandy was going to die while I was riding the train home.

Several people just passed me by, and stared. All of a sudden, a young man of 19 years old, who had the face of a Cherub, beautiful soft blue eyes, and curly light brown hair, came up to me, and hugged me, and let me cry my eyes out on his shoulder. After I finally partially composed myself, he walked me back into the train car, and didn't leave my side the whole way home.

Part 2 coming up.