Adam was the son of an acquaintance from Church. Adam disappeared on a cold, damp night when he lost control of his car and plunged into a deep ravine. He was badly injured in the crash and by the time searchers found the wreckage, it was too late.
I think my reaction to Adam's death was so strong because I knew that it could easily have been my son instead. What do we make of a random tragedy that spares us but falls on someone nearby? I wrote a poem and shared it with Adam's family.
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