I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
Six summers ago, I was coming home from picking Alissa up from summer camp when we got into a car accident. As the insurance statistics tell the story, we were just a few blocks from home, stopped at a stoplight. The light turned green, we all started to go when a car a few ahead of me suddenly slammed on its brakes. In turn, we all slammed on our brakes.
I left my camera at home today or else this post would be accompanied by a photo. I was crossing the Parker Road/Broncos Way intersection on my way home this evening when my car rolled 200,000 miles. My mom told me I was a dork for documenting my car’s 200,000th mile. Maybe so, but that little car has been through a lot. It’s driven from Sacramento to Santa Fe. It’s