*This post belongs to yesterday Thursday February 9th. Between work and driving to AZ I didn't have the time to post but I did write this post out. *
You know when you drive down the street or freeway and you see those little crosses? 11 years ago I would barely even look at them. Barely even notice. I life was lost there and I barely even took notice. I didn't let it upset my day or my moment. Like that life didn't mean anything. On a rare occasion if the flowers fresh or there were balloons tied to the cross, I might think "Oh how sad". But it was never anything beyond that.
Fast forward eleven years and those crosses take a whole new meaning for me. Now when driving if I pass by a cross, I slow down and say a little prayer for that family. And for a moment in time, just a moment I miss that person. I miss the impact that person could have had on my life, I miss the moment he or she could have been laughing or playing with his or her family.
So even if you have never had to endure the pain of placing a cross on the side of the road take moment to remember those lives and the lives of the families.
niece. Top Kurt, next row left to right, Kyle, Kake, Aaron,
bottom left to right, Katie, Aimee, Maddie, and Stacey}