A corner in Byron

I pass the corner daily in Byron where the accident occurred.
A mother with two young kids had turned into the path of a truck and only the mother survived. Initially I saw the tire tracks of the truck embedded in the earth and I would pause at the corner and reflect on the fraility of life and the sorrow of a family having to continue its life ... I paused often ... and then the snow came.
Yesterday with the snow beginning to melt away I saw a memorial for the children near the accident site. A growing mound of flowers, toys and many stuffed animals. Memorials large and small such as this can be seen more and more as we travel in our busy lives. On a train tressel I have noticed a painted sign pleading with people to slow down because ’Johnny’ died here ... and maybe he didn’t slow down enough and should have. The statutes to remember family and friends on road sides killed by a drunk driver can be seen everywhere.
Maybe these memorials will slow us down to be more cautious in our daily life and not ’drink and drive’ ... maybe.
For me I’m stopping today and adding to a memorial and will be reflecting on how lucky I am and remembering ’the fraility of life’.