Running Over Roo

One of the things that I respect about Roo, is the grace with which he has given up driving. This wasn't easy for him, and I was grateful that he had enough insight to stop, despite encouragement from family and doctors. Knowing how much he misses it, whenever we go somewhere I make a point of asking his help to park. He sort of jumps/falls out of our van and waves wildly at the back as I reverse. Roo is short and the van is quite high, so all I manage to see is his head and hands. But yesterday, he disappeared, with a dull thump, as I slammed on the brakes. I sat motionless, gripping the steering wheel, experiencing relief, guilt and sickness all mingled up. Then I thought of my blog. After all, I've talked about drowning Roo in boiling water and pushing him off the train: all of which wouldn't look good for me in court. But surely, I would be able to plead insanity? I've been up that pole along with Franj and Stanne, and I've taken five children and Roo ice-skating.....not the actions of a woman of sound mind. As my imagination raced, up pops Roo in the front windscreen:
'I'm OK'
Hmmmm, back to insanity.