Telling Mom

We had stayed in the city (for the forth of July fireworks) the night before and the baby and I had stayed to go shopping with my friend who was visiting, while Albert and the big boys had gone on home to work on the farm. My friend and I had just reached the parking lot of the next store we were going to when Albert called. He calmly told me that the boys had a crash and that Ian was hurt and I would need to meet them at the hospital in the city. When the news sunk in, I was in a panic. Imagining the worst and praying for the best. My friend and I rushed to my mom's house and then my mom and I rushed to the hospital.