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October 2, 2003
Yesterday, a few friends of mine were involved in a tragic accident. They were side-swiped by an oncoming tractor-trailor, heading northbound on highway 12, likely from Brooklin Concrete.
Praying for life when death isTo Halz and Wes, may they live long and die old, peacefully, and happy.
so close.
Life is so fragile, a ghost of
a meaning.
Taken away, seemingly sudden.
Pulled away from us hopelessly,
leaving us to grieve over the loss.
Flowing away from our loved ones like a river,
red with blood, salty with tears,
boiling with accumulated fears.
But, hope can shine through, easing our pain;
never theirs.
Hope is the only weapon to fight our greatest fear;
that they're gone.
Kyle Titterton.