A couple of mornings ago while driving Bill to work, we had to take a detour because of an accident scene. We didn't know what was going on, but with the amount of police on the scene and how much yellow tape there was, we figured it had been pretty serious. I told Bill that when I got home I'd read the paper online because I knew some information would be reported there. That's just small town life here.
I got home and was reading about how a high school kid got plowed over while biking across the street on her way to school. This morning while on our drive to drop Bill off, we drove by the accident scene where people have tied ribbons on the light post and arranged flowers on the street corner.
I read the update this morning that she had died last night.
As a mom, I can't even begin to imagine the pain these parents are feeling. In fact, I feel like a part of my brain just doesn't connect when trying to process such a scenario. It's so traumatizing, it's literally unthinkable.
I drive this road and cross this intersection countless times a day, a week, a month, a year and will forever be reminded how our lives can change in a instant. That tragedy can befall at any moment. We live in a very safe town, but not so much for bicyclists. With two boys who will inevitably want to ride their bikes out our small neighborhood (a series of 3-4 cul-du-sacs) and along a very busy road where motorists don't yield to pedestrians and cyclists IN CROSSWALKS, it's something that's very concerning.
We can strap helmets on our kids, pads on their knees and elbows. We can watch them every second of the way, but we can't protect them from everything. This is a parent's worst nightmare.