Our community has suffered a loss.
It's a sad day in such a small community when a young man loses his life in something so 'normal.' A young, healthy kid with his whole life ahead of him is gone because of something my own husband confesses to doing at that same age: Driving fast on a road with a big 'dip' in it.
They say the kids weren't wearing their seat belts. David explains that it probably made the 'feeling' even better when they hit their first big 'dip' in the road. 'All the kids were doing it' was his best guess. All of his friends were taking that same rite of passage twenty years ago, as far as he knows, probably as long as that same road has been there. They don't know for sure, but aren't even believing that alcohol played any role in the tragedy. No alcohol, no other cars....just a couple of bored teenagers looking for a little adrenaline to spice up their Saturday night. They weren't out to harm anyone or anything in their outing, just to do the same exact thing that so many others have done before them.
It's something I'm now afraid of my own children doing one day. The 'mama bear' in me wants to take the road away. Block it off. Put in speed bumps that would actually force them to slow down, as opposed to giving them more 'air.' Just end this 'rite of passage' as it is.
But, what would life be without these rights of passage?
So many lives are forever changed by this one silly night. This one little 'adventure' that took a wrong turn. My thoughts and prayers are with the family.
I'm at a loss for anything else to say. What else can you say when something like this happens?