It's All In the Timing...

I heard a series of sirens tonight... not a big deal on most days... but today wasn't like most days. Today it was the trigger I needed to push me one more time... Today I kept thinking about the Saturday three years ago on July 18, 2008. The one my mom and I spent driving around Fremont County and the surrounding areas for the second day in a row. The downed tree in the creek bed I sat on and had an intimate moment with a weasel... coming out of the road from Guffey and Cripple Creek and looking back towards the Parkdale Recreation Site... thinking for a split second we should go and check that lot just one more time... deciding we could barely keep our eyes open and our heads up enough to keep driving and turning left back into Canon City. After all the car hadn't been in the lot... it was just a feeling... Settling for a moment into the hotel room and hearing the sirens pull out from the ambulance barn next to the hotel and the police department across the street. Sending a quick prayer and thought to the "accident" and those involved. Finally crashing into a fitful sleep for the first time in a week. Never in a million years thinking that the prayers and thought were actually for us. We had been told to stay positive that this was still a missing persons case. But instead of an accident the call out was to recover Jim's body from the Arkansas River...