I'm very thankful that my husband was not literally taken to heaven on Saturday.

Wouldn't you know... my phone was dead on Saturday morning.  He had to call a neighbor who turned her car around and rushed over to our house to inform me that my husband had been in an accident and totaled his car.  Bless her heart, I'm so thankful there are angels living among us here on earth.  My husband had gone to pick up his laundry (which you can see in the back window), work out, and open a bank account for the Buena Park High School football booster club (that just voted him in as treasurer).  I always have believed in angels (who watch over us), but I am absolutely positive they were there with him in his car when that big truck t-boned his little Ford Focus.  There was glass everywhere.  His side airbag deployed. After spinning 360 degrees, he ended up on the sidewalk across the street, just a few feet away from dropping over to the 91 freeway down below.  He had to crawl over to the passenger side door to get out, but he walked away with no cuts and no broken bones.  He did end up with a moderate whip lash and a sprained right pinkie finger (which thrust through his key ring on impact).  He's having fun explaining to people what happened to his pinkie (which is the only thing in a brace).  I'm just enjoying knowing that he not only has a tale to tell, but he has lived to tell it.