I can't sleep.
My parents witnessed the death of 2 close friends tonight. Six more feet, a few seconds here or there, and I could be parentless. By the Grace of God I am not.
I hurt for the children of Cynthia and Clayton, for Cynthia's mom and sisters, and for their grandchildren. They were wonderful, kind, caring people who were always ready with a hug whenever I saw them.
My dad has a broken leg and foot that will require surgery. It looks like his upcoming (next month) 59th birthday will be spent on crutches, but at least he'll see 59.
The details: They were riding the bikes (Harleys) and on their way to town to get something to eat. An old man (or woman?) ran a stop sign on a curve and broadsided one motorcyle at about 60 mph. They didn't have time to react. Their legs were severed and their bodies thrown. He died shortly thereafter, probably of internal trauma and blood loss. She died while be flown to Oklahoma City or shortly after arriving. He was conscious after it happened and was only concerned about his wife.
My dad was able to stop his bike in time, though did hit the back of the car barely. Somehow his leg got tangled and the bike fell, crushing it. He'll heal physically, but it will take them both much longer to heal emotionally.
Fortunately, I was fairly nearby in Oklahoma City at a party and able to make it to the hospital within an hour of getting the call.
I really hope they sell their bikes now. I've witnessed one wreck and now this. I can't take much more.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
I can't sleep.