Sad . . . .

Saw in the paper (on-line) this morning that a local man injured in an accident last month has died. He had been in Pittsfield, visiting someone in the hospital, was coming home, and a kid ran a red light at an intersection that has seen more than it’s share of bad accidents, t-boned his pickup. The man was thrown out, the car went on to hit several other cars in the parking lot of a garage on the corner, and passengers in the car were also injured, at least one seriously.
The man had severe head injuries, and there was nothing to be done. He had been in hospice at St. Peter’s Hospital, where my sister had her knee operation, and when I was going to visit her last week, his son’s girlfriend got on the same elevator, with I’ll guess one of his grandsons, who was holding a dog. They let pets come in to the hospice, so you can see your good friends one last time. Even if the patients are not in condition to know it, that’s a nice thing.
A sad thing. The kid driving the car was being checked for alcohol or drug use, with or without, he ruined many lives by his actions. He robbed this man of more years with his family and friends, of doing what he enjoyed, of growing old with his wife. He robbed his children and grandchildren. He gave horrible injuries and memories to the people in his car. And, he gave himself the life-long knowledge that he took another life. That’s sad, all the way around.
Let’s all hope that he, and hopefully others learned something, and will think about putting themselves in the situation to have it happen again.
A prayer for all involved.