After a Dinner Party with Grandma.
Our innate sense of invincibility is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, we'd likely drive ourselves to insanity if we realized the paper thin fragility of our existence. On the other, we risk being lured by regretful opportunities in which the consequences are hidden behind a mask of seduction. We've all been there - blinded by the triumph of shotgun pride, too elated by the small victories in life to notice the skewed senses of our vehicle's driver, whose alcohol content - or whatever - doesn't elicit memories of tragic after schools specials about other people's accidents. (Enjoy.)
Every time I exit the Prospect Expressway near my home, I pass the memorial(photo,letter,always fresh flowers) placed by a mom-for her nineteen year old son who was killed by a drunk driver on that block, years back. Her grief is laid out very clearly, as if it happened yesterday. It breaks my heart to see it but not nearly as much as hers.
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