Posted by
AmeriDan on Monday, September 25, 2006 2:37:33 PM
Since I have about a forty five minute commute to work, there's plenty of time for reflection. Also time to listen to the radio, and watch the world pass by. I sometimes even pay attention to my driving.
Part of the world that passes by my moving windows is a cross on the side of the road. We've all seen them before. Someone has died there, so the family/friends put up a cross to mark the last spot that their loved one was alive.
These roadside tributes fade with time, as the family/friends get on with the hard job of moving on. That certain place of tragic death reverts back to just a "side of the road".
Not where Jeremy died though. His cross has been there longer than the year I've driven past it. I've never paid much attention to it. Somedays, I would never see it at all. Zoom.. right on by without a glance or thought. Until last month.
It was an early saturday morning, and I was on my way to work. I noticed a truck with trailor attached, parked off to the side of the road. By Jeremy's cross. A man on a riding lawnmower was cutting the grass of that place where the cross stands. Jeremy's last place as a living, breathing person.
Our state and local highway department does a fine job of roadside upkeep, but this was no paid worker.
Have I failed to notice that final place since then? Of course not. Could you?
Rest in Peace Jeremy.
You are loved. You are remembered.
-AmeriDan