Candleflames
Platinum Member
Something was off as I exited the freeway this morning. There was a flurry of movement and and then she was gone, just gone. Dread filled me and cars and buses stopped. People ran clutching their faces to the overpass and looked down. But she was gone from my sight. The roads stopped for as far as 8 miles. A 'death incident' the police called it. Still she is gone.
I didn't know her but we have something in common. It's that bridge. How many times did I longing look at those short railing. One could just easily tip over and be gone. And now this unnamed person is just that at the very spot I planned to do the same thing. Gone!
I'm so sorry for her. I know that pain. I know that spot. I will grieve for her even though she will never have a name for me to know.
I didn't know her but we have something in common. It's that bridge. How many times did I longing look at those short railing. One could just easily tip over and be gone. And now this unnamed person is just that at the very spot I planned to do the same thing. Gone!
I'm so sorry for her. I know that pain. I know that spot. I will grieve for her even though she will never have a name for me to know.