While catching up on American Pickers last night via the DVR, my mom phoned me to let me know Elizabeth Edwards had passed away. Typically when people I do not know pass away I think little of it. It has no direct impact on me, so I let it slide. Of course her story is a tragic one with her cancer battle and John's affair. Frankly though, none of this had a dramtic impact on me.
Sunday, a man who lives less than two miles from us was hit and killed while taking a leisurely walk with his wife and two dogs. We didn't know him or his wife, but the proximity made it hit home much harder.
As most of you know, we are dog lovers. Our animals, while at times drive us batty, are like our children. Sunday afternoon I was stringing lights on the house and Courtney brought me some hot chocolate while I took a quick break. We noticed two adult dogs stroll between two houses across the street and make their way towards the back of the neighborhood. We attempted to call out to them but they just kept up their quick pace.
We didn't really think much of it until we learned about the accident and that the couple were walking their two dogs. We have no idea if these were those two dogs, but then the realization hit ... in a split second this poor woman lost her husband and potentially her pets.
So over the past couple of days both Courtney and I have been driving around a little extra just to find the dogs. We've had no luck. We both hope those dogs will show up again or find their way home, as Mrs. Clouspy could probably use something positive in her life right now.
It is always difficult to lose someone. I've lost all of my grandparents. Courtney has lost most of hers and a step-brother. Family matters have caused both sides of our families to lose touch with other family members. Holidays always seem to remind people just how much they miss those people in their lives.
Barnett Shoals is a road we both drive to and from work each day. There is a small white cross sit up between two muddied car tracks. The orange police markers show the route the car took as it swerved out of control. This reminder will be there for weeks to come until the investigation is complete, and I imagine the cross will stay for much longer.
It will constantly be a reminder for us to remember those close to us, friends and family. It also gives us this sense of compassion for those strangers around us. A totally unfortunate and avoidable reminder, but one none the less.
Sunday, a man who lives less than two miles from us was hit and killed while taking a leisurely walk with his wife and two dogs. We didn't know him or his wife, but the proximity made it hit home much harder.
As most of you know, we are dog lovers. Our animals, while at times drive us batty, are like our children. Sunday afternoon I was stringing lights on the house and Courtney brought me some hot chocolate while I took a quick break. We noticed two adult dogs stroll between two houses across the street and make their way towards the back of the neighborhood. We attempted to call out to them but they just kept up their quick pace.
We didn't really think much of it until we learned about the accident and that the couple were walking their two dogs. We have no idea if these were those two dogs, but then the realization hit ... in a split second this poor woman lost her husband and potentially her pets.
So over the past couple of days both Courtney and I have been driving around a little extra just to find the dogs. We've had no luck. We both hope those dogs will show up again or find their way home, as Mrs. Clouspy could probably use something positive in her life right now.
It is always difficult to lose someone. I've lost all of my grandparents. Courtney has lost most of hers and a step-brother. Family matters have caused both sides of our families to lose touch with other family members. Holidays always seem to remind people just how much they miss those people in their lives.
Barnett Shoals is a road we both drive to and from work each day. There is a small white cross sit up between two muddied car tracks. The orange police markers show the route the car took as it swerved out of control. This reminder will be there for weeks to come until the investigation is complete, and I imagine the cross will stay for much longer.
It will constantly be a reminder for us to remember those close to us, friends and family. It also gives us this sense of compassion for those strangers around us. A totally unfortunate and avoidable reminder, but one none the less.
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