Today's the loveliest of autumn days, but I'm in deep reflection.
Yesterday, Bob and I passed a horrible accident and knew someone had died; we sent up a prayer for the person's family and friends. We felt so strangely personal about it, and decided it was probably because we've lived in this small Lake County township for so many years that every siren seems to pose a risk that it is someone we're familiar with.
The victim, we found later, had been legally stopped at a red light behind two trucks and four cars when the semi crashed into the victim's car from behind, with no sign of braking. The little car was crushed into the line of trucks and cars ahead. The debris was not easily recognizable as a car.
Later in the afternoon we learned the 46-year-old victim was a cherished family friend; we had known him for years and had also worked with his family for years, in our business. We heard somebody say that he was the sort of man who could walk into a room and lift your spirits just by being there, no matter what your day had been. And that is true.
So many friends had he attracted in our home community of Concord Township, that we Moores are but a few among the countless broken-hearted. His family is greatly on our minds.
Rose About Town