So, I had a post all but written about being pissed off after the crappy commute home I had. About missing out on some of the precious few minutes with the girls before bedtime. One hour 13 minutes for a 27 mile drive. One that normally takes just about 25 minutes.
Stu just read me the updated traffic report. Single car roll-over with two passengers ejected from the car. Neither made it. They closed the road in both directions, as they needed one direction for the reconstruction team.
How can you still be upset after learning that? You at least got home, able to see your family, your friends one more time. Got to have a lovely dinner, relax, smooch the kids. These poor people didn’t get this chance. Maybe they were on the way to dinner, to a movie, to the doctor. We’ll never know.
Just makes you want to hug everyone hard. Hold on to them a bit longer.