I've had a sobering phone call... the son of a friend and fellow I used
to work with has died suddenly.
He had just spend a couple of days at his Dad's cottage fishing and was
traveling back to his home in another town... when 45 minutes into the
trip he collided head-on with a logging truck.
He usually makes the trip every second week during the summer. The
family call him sometime shortly after his expected arrival to make sure
he has arrived safely. They called and called... no answer. By this time
the accident had long since been over but I guess he wasn't carrying
sufficient information for the police to be able to contact the family.
So finally out of worry Dad calls the provincial police to see if any
accidents have been reported along his route and if the description of
his son and car fits... he gets the news everyone dreads to hear.
Somehow he picks himself up and drives down to make positive
identification... hoping all the way down it really isn't his son.
Enjoying life with expectations of good times to come, in this case more
trips to the cottage and fishing... and gone the next in an instant. He
was only 35 years old and had just recently gotten things together for
himself with a new home and a decent job. His future was bright.
One of the effects on those of us left behind is a reconsideration of
our priorities and attitude. This one has really struck home with me and
seems to make certain nonsense very unimportant.