This morning when I walked into work, my co-worker Gina asked if our other co-worker Cindy had called me. I looked puzzled for a second and then got scared. I said, "Why?"
Well, apparently, Cindy's 31 year old stepson was talking to his wife on the phone while turning onto a highway and was involved in a car wreck. They life flighted him to the nearest hospital on Friday night but he passed away on Saturday.
He leaves a wife and young son.
I didn't know her stepson but nonetheless, I'm devastated for her family. I'm devastated for his wife, who was a stay-at-home mom. I just don't understand why senseless things have to happen to good people.
I honestly don't even know what to say in a situation like this. Nothing will make them feel better. They'll suffer from the shock for a long time and all I can ask is that they eventually come to grips with the situation and find peace.
It just hits so close to home. My Dad was killed in a car accident on January 12, 2005 on the way home from office. The office that I shared with him and was his business partner. I had actually left the building at the same time as him, but pulled out before him and got a couple of minutes ahead of him. One of the small blessings was that I was ahead of him and not behind him, witnessing it all. I would have never made it if that had happened.
So, while I can imagine how the shock of the loss felt, I still feel so devastated for my friend Cindy and her family. Please keep them in your prayers.