"What do you plan to do with your one, wild, precious life?" -Mary Oliver

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Home From The War To Rage On The Road

A neighbor boy home for Christmas after four years in the Marines and two in Afghanistan was driving a tractor down the road when a car came up behind him and attempted to pass him as he was making a left-hand turn into his driveway. The tractor flipped over and landed on top of him.

The local parish priest was called to the scene to administer last rites but the accident scene was blocked off and the police wouldn't let him through until it was too late. Maybe they don't train officers in such matters anymore, just like driving schools don't teach driver's education the way our teachers did when it was part of the high school curriculum. Tractors have the right-of-way. Here in farm country it is common to see farm equipment on the roadways. They are like pedestrians and cyclists. They have the right-of-way.

Just another one of those things that make us walk around in the middle of the night or sit in a chair with the light on instead of sleeping. Someone grieves while someone else is rejoicing. Such is the human condition. The best we can do is accept our measure and prevail. Take up the pen or the brush or the hammer. Take on the day.

5 comments:

Wine and Words said...

How sad. I don't know why death seems more tragic during the holidays...it can't possibly be, other than it taints the season with sadness forever. Yes, I also need to be more patient, especially on the road.

Jemi Fraser said...

What a horrible tragedy. So sad. I agree - there's so much rush and fuss at this time of year. We should all make that attempt to be calmer and more patient.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Annie,
Yes, it forever taints the season. Thank you for commenting on this sad post I probably shouldn't have posted.

Jemi,
Yes, it seems like Christmas has turned into a season of rush and fuss, starting with that blasted Black Friday hoopla I despise. I have to drive by the scene of this accident every day, hence it's on my mind. Thanks for commenting on this lonely post.

foldingfields said...

I'm glad you posted this because it gives honor to the boy and his family. Some stories need to be passed on...

Yvonne Osborne said...

Sarah,
Thanks. I thought it was a small thing I could do. Thank you.