Margaret Cowherd jumped up as soon as she saw the doctor come out of the emergency room. She asked the doctor with a look of sadness in her eyes, "How is my husband? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The doctor responded, "I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your husband didn’t make it."
Margaret looked to the heavens and asked, "Why do race car drivers have to die? Doesn’t God care about the sport anymore? Where were you, God, when my husband needed you?"
The doctor asked, "Would you like some time alone with your husband? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the mortuary."
Margaret asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to her husband. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick hair.
"Would you like to take his driving suit home?" the nurse asked. Margaret nodded yes.
The nurse took what was left of the driving suit, put it in a plastic bag, and handed it to Margaret.
The drive home was even more difficult knowing that her husband would no longer be by her side, and that she would spend the rest of her life wondering why this had to happen to her ...
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