Excalibur
Roadside memorials can be found on roads large and small, urban and rural, all over Canada. They mark the location of a tragic loss. How do you feel about these memorials in general? What feelings or thoughts come to you when you see them?
(Bonus optional question: You may know the circumstances of some of these memorial sites. Is there anything you’d like to say to the people involved in those events?)
I can’t help but think about how fragile our existence really is when I see one. Especially since my daughter got her learner’s license recently. I now have to teach her how to drive which, in my opinion, is one of the most dangerous things we can do as human beings. I also know that the only way to learn to drive is through experience but even then it is no guarantee that your luck won’t run out. That someone else won’t cross that yellow line. Or smash into the back of you. Or, or, or. The list goes on. Seeing what I’ve seen and going through what I’ve been through, in a few months time I will have to turn my baby over to the road, with nothing but hope that I have taught her all the skills, and prayer that she doesn’t become a roadside memorial, knowing all to well that it happens to other families all to often. Watching my baby take the wheel is the most terrifying thing I have ever done and roadside memorials are the reminder of that.