In order to have the car for the day, my daughter took me to work Sunday morning. As we exited our neighborhood we discovered that the road was closed. Flashing lights, from emergency vehicles, broke the darkness of the dawn. Turning to detour we noticed a crushed car carefully being placed on the bed of a tow truck. It was obvious that a fatal accident had recently occurred.
Upon my return home that evening we passed by the scene of the accident. A large tree had been uprooted and the post and rail fence was destroyed. There were prominent skid marks, beginning several yards down the road, continuing through the field’s grassy edge, ending abruptly at the base of the downed tree.
By Monday, the tree had been removed and a makeshift memorial had gone up. Later, a television news crew was at the site, along with a group of teenagers holding vigil. Truly a very somber moment.
I had been trying to “google” to see what exactly happened in order to use this as a “teachable moment” for my newly driving teen. My daughter was able to find the LINK for me. I think I shall wait on the lesson to be learned and pray for this neighborhood family instead.
The world may not have come to an end for us on Saturday night, but for one family, in the wee hours of Sunday morning, it most certainly did.
Rest in peace, Parker.
Photo courtesy of Parker's memorial page on Facebook