When I notice a bouquet of
flowers along the road, I feel a moment of sadness because I know that someone
died here. Someone’s spirit left their body here, and the people who knew and loved them are grieving their loss. If
I’m not late to be somewhere, I try to figure out the cause of the accident — sharp
curve, bad weather conditions, hit by a drunk driver — and then I check to see
if any of these apply to me because I don’t want to die here.
