Back to Bed

We had an infinitely less stressful morning today, so Daphne and I had plenty of time to watch Little Baby Bum in bed before breakfast.

It’s amazing how much I missed that yesterday…  Which begs the question, what the hell am I going to do when she doesn’t want to watch videos with me in the morning anymore?

morerestdaddy“Videos?  No thanks, Daddy.  I just want to sleep for a few more minutes…”

Heartbreaking to think about.

And, speaking of heartbreaking, this week marks the 20th anniversary of the loss of one of my closest friends in an accident in Logan Canyon.

logancanyonroad1This road right here.

She had been visiting her family in Ogden for the weekend, and was on her way back to my townhouse for dinner when her car slipped on a patch of ice and slid into oncoming traffic.  She died right there on the side of the road.

She was 19.

The police forensics said she had indeed been wearing her seatbelt (she always did), but it malfunctioned.

I won’t go into the specifics of that night, suffice to say that it, and the months that followed, marked a very low point in my life.

Twenty years.
Strange to think about.

After that much time has passed you don’t really remember the person anymore, you know?  You just recall random moments.  Like a slideshow of stuff that you didn’t think was important at the time.

Anyway, if I happen to go on a bit too long about self-piloting cars?  Or how I pray that my daughter never has to learn to drive?

I recognize that it’s probably an irrational fear…  But now at least you know why it’s there.


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