Do you ever notice the white crosses on the side of the road? The ones that stand in memory of someone who lost his or her life due to a car accident? I see one every day on my way to work. As I stop at the red light, it's right there.... outside my window. I vaguely remember hearing of an accident at this intersection... it was years ago.... motorcycle vs. car..... The cross blends into the field now; my eyes so accustomed to it that I pay no mind and barely give it a passing glance. Over the years, it's become faded and worn from the elements, with small cracks forming in the wood. It sits as a reminder, but does anyone really notice? Recently I glanced that way, waiting for my turn to continue through the intersection, a million items running through my head on my never-ending to do list when something caught my eye: I LOVE YOU DAD The words penned across the top of the cross. His son sign...
wife. mother. writer. kidney transplant recipient.