Yesterday, I witnessed Officer Sean Silvera's family visiting his landmark commemorating his death that occurred on my stretch of freeway about 6 years ago. They were doing cartwheels and laughing and reading and studying the landmark. I was almost going to approach and tell them that I think of him often. I sit and reflect by his landmark quite frequently in summer. Something held me back. I didn't want to interrupt their ritual. Made me feel so somber for the rest of the day.
Today, earlier this afternoon, I could see visitors viewing the other death landmark by my building and our stretch of freeway. I don't know many details of this woman. I occasionally see a young Dad and his two kids come to this makeshift memorial spot. Today, I believe that the older couple I saw were her parents. It seemed like quite a coincidence to me. Then I thought of how many people visit cemetaries at Easter time. Another somber moment. Especially when the couple were hugging each other for an extended period of time. It's not something that most people witness from their living room windows.
Goodnite.
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