The evening sky was dark with snow clouds as the weather took a turn for
the worse. My husband, Mark, was driving our Tracker in the worsening weather as
we headed south on Interstate twenty-three towards the Ohio
Mark and I had been having the same discussion for weeks. It was Christmas and we both were
looking forward to celebrating the holiday together. Chirstmas always held a
special meaning for us. It was our anniversary, our speical time together.