Or just weird.
Or maybe all of the above.
I have had not told many people this.
I was/am afraid of people thinking I was/am weird, insane, or crazy.
I wish I would have said these things to Roger online versus in person so I would have "evidence" that this really happened. And not that I made it up after the fact.
But I do not.
So here it goes...
The week of August 11th or so last year, I was having these headaches.
They were horrible.
They were intense.
They were like mini-migraines.
They were on the left side of my head.
The same side as most of Roger's injuries.
The crazy thing was they only occurred about a mile from my house as I was entering our neighborhood.
They would start about half a mile before and last until I got home. This happened all that week.
It was awful.
It was weird.
I told Roger about them when I got home each day.
I also told him it felt like I was going to be in a car accident. I felt like that is why I was having those headaches.
I told him it felt crazy to think those thoughts.
Roger told me I should go the other way home.
But I told him I did not really want to.
I cannot remember my reasoning why I did not want to.
A few days later, I was going to the gym in the rain.
A 16 year old girl bumped my car when we suddenly stopped for a police siren and the roads were slick.
She barely tapped me. I was not even sure if I had been hit till I saw her pull over.
There was no damage to either of our cars but she was a bit shaken up.
She had just learned how to drive a manual car and just was not sure how to stop that quick.
"Don't worry. We are both fine. Our cars are fine."
I gave her a hug and we went on our way.
Roger and I agreed that was the "accident" causing the headaches.
And the headaches did go away after that.
The point is...
Sometimes I wonder if my brain knew about the real accident that would be occurring the following week.
Sometimes I wonder if the headaches were a sign.
It sounds crazy.
It sounds insane.
It sounds weird.
But even Einstein thought time was a human invention.
It was a way our heads organizing things.
I mean, God knows no time.
Not that I think I am God.
Not even close.
But maybe just maybe somewhere in my subconscious I knew.
Maybe it was a warning.
Why only when I went home? I don't know.
Why me and not Roger? I don't know.
Was it real? I don't know.
But it did happen.
And it was very weird. Very crazy. Very insane.